Third Master, please restrain yourself. Our marriage is a marriage of convenience.

At eleven o'clock, the two turned off the lights and went to sleep on time.

Pei Jinhe rolled up the blanket and slept on the very edge. The blanket was only so big, and after Pei Jinhe rolled it up, Shen Huaiyu was left with just a corner.

Looking at Pei Jinhe, who was practically wrapped up like a silkworm, Shen Huaiyu called out helplessly, "Pei Jinhe."

"What's wrong?" Pei Jinhe turned over, half of her face covered by the blanket, revealing a pair of big, watery eyes.

Shen Huaiyu's voice was deep: "Do you want me to freeze to death?"

Pei Jinhe then noticed that Shen Huaiyu only had one corner of the blanket, and hurriedly moved the blanket towards Shen Huaiyu: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Shen Huaiyu: "Come a little over here."

"oh oh."

Pei Jinhe moved a little closer to him, but halfway there, a sharp pain on her scalp made her frown and unconsciously let out a cry of pain.

Shen Huaiyu's face darkened, his voice carrying a tension he himself didn't realize: "What's wrong?"

Pei Jinhe: "You're stepping on my hair."

Shen Huaiyu looked down and, in the dim light, saw a strand of hair pressed under his arm.

Her hair was in excellent condition, smooth and shiny. Through the thin fabric, he could almost feel the ends of her hair brushing against his skin—fluffy and slightly itchy.

"Excuse me." Shen Huaiyu moved his arm away, a strange dryness rising in his throat.

Pei Jinhe pulled her hair back, and it seemed that the man's cool, refreshing scent still lingered on it. A blush rose on her face.

Sleeping in the same bed with someone you don't know well is just awful.

When will this year finally end?

It's really tough.

At this time, the Ji family.

Ji Yuyan embellished the story of what happened at the school gate that morning to Wu Min and Ji Zhenhua: "Mom, that Pei Jinhe was really too much! She looked at me with a fierce expression, and what's even more infuriating is that she actually pulled my hair!"

Wu Min only has one child, Ji Yuyan, whom she has always doted on. She would never say a harsh word to her. But now that she heard Pei Jinhe dare to pull her precious daughter's hair, she got angry and started cursing like a shrew.

"What an ungrateful wretch! If you ask me, I shouldn't have listened to Mom and kept her. Now that she's grown up, she thinks she's all that! She's even bullying Yan Yan!"

Ji Zhenhua frowned and scolded, "Alright, she's still useful now, so be nicer to her."

Ji Yuyan urged, "Mom and Dad, hurry up and let her marry him. What if the Shen family changes their minds?"

Master Shen was known for his terrible temper; he could even kill his own stepbrother, let alone Pei Jinhe, an insignificant stranger.

After Pei Jinhe married into the Shen family, she was beaten by Third Master Shen every day.

Just thinking about Pei Jinhe being beaten black and blue made Ji Yuyan feel extremely satisfied.

She's just an adopted daughter, yet she dares to try and step on her head. Doesn't she even know if she's worthy of the title?

Wu Min agreed wholeheartedly: "Honey, Yan Yan is right. That brat only has a pretty face to show for herself. What if Master Shen gets tired of her after a while?"

Although Pei Jinhe is a student at Peking University, there are many socialites and heiresses in Kyoto who come from good families and have high levels of education.

Pei Jinhe's biggest advantage is her face, but men all like novelty.

Even the most beautiful face will become boring after a while.

Ji Zhenhua said to Wu Min, "Go and sound out Madam Shen's opinion tomorrow, and marry Pei Jinhe off as soon as possible."

Having finally managed to climb up to the Shen family, they insisted on marrying Pei Jinhe into their family.

In that case, he would be Shen Huaiyu's father-in-law, and who in the entire capital would dare not give him face?

The Ji family can also rise in status by leveraging this relationship with the Shen family.

Perhaps they can even rise to the upper echelons of Kyoto society.

...

Early in the morning, Pei Jinhe lazily came out of her room in her slippers and went to the living room, where she saw Aunt Wang tinkering with the robot vacuum cleaner.

"Aunt Wang, what are you doing?" Pei Jinhe had just gotten up, her voice still a little hoarse.

Aunt Wang patted the robot twice more: "This robot vacuum seems to be malfunctioning. It's not cleaning as well as before, so I patted it twice, and then it stopped moving."

This robot vacuum cleaner has been used for several years, so it's normal for it to break down.

"Give it to me, let me see it." Pei Jinhe walked over and took the robot vacuum cleaner from Aunt Wang's hand.

Aunt Wang asked in surprise, "Young Madam, you know about this?"

Pei Jinhe smiled and said, "My major in college was artificial intelligence."

At a restaurant not far away, Shen Huaiyu called out, "Let's eat first, then we'll watch it."

Pei Jinhe handed the robot to Aunt Wang: "Put it in my room for now, and I'll fix it when I get back."

The party organizers will take the robot apart and inspect it to see where the problem is, and also upgrade the system while they're at it.

Aunt Wang put the robot in the master bedroom.

Pei Jinhe really liked the pan-fried buns made by Aunt Wang. They were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and they would burst with juice when you bit into them.

Shen Huaiyu leaned back in his chair, and Pei Jinhe noticed the black tie around his neck.

She paused in her bite of the pan-fried bun; it was the one she had given her.

"I've put on my tie."

Shen Huaiyu slowly sipped his porridge, glanced at Pei Jinhe's old clothes, and said unhurriedly, "Remember to wear these clothes."

The broth from the fried buns splashed onto Pei Jinhe's tongue.

It didn't burn her tongue, but it burned her heart.

Before leaving, Pei Jinhe thought for a moment, opened her wardrobe, and picked out a beige wool sweater. The sweater had subtle warm tones and shimmered with a faint ivory sheen in the sunlight.

Soft and comfortable.

After changing her clothes, Pei Jinhe picked up her backpack and walked out of the room.

Shen Huaiyu was about to head to the company headquarters when he saw the girl's new clothes. A slight smile played on his lips: "Going to school?"

He looked down at the girl in front of him.

She was already pretty, and now, wearing a soft wool sweater, she looked even sweeter and more charming.

Pei Jinhe's eyes crinkled slightly: "Mm."

Aunt Wang's voice chimed in: "Isn't Peking University on the way to the group's headquarters?"

Shen Huaiyu: "..."

This is a call to action against him.

Shen Huaiyu offered, "I'll take you."

Pei Jinhe shook her head: "It's not far, I can walk by myself."

Shen Huaiyu's car is ridiculously expensive. There are always people coming and going at the school gate. If someone with ill intentions sees it, they might spread rumors and slander her.

Aunt Wang, the ultimate wingman, started to lend a hand: "Young Madam, having the young master take you will save you time, and besides, taking a car is much easier than walking."

Pei Jinhe: "..."

There's a sense of helplessness, a feeling of not knowing how to refute it.

Having been brainwashed, Pei Jinhe eventually got into Shen Huaiyu's car.