The purpose of this story is purely for entertainment.
It is not intended as social commentary.
My name is Xiamen.
Today, I am going to marry the most influential man in the city — Hong Yi.
He is the number one businessman here.
And I, too, do not come from a humble background.
My father owns forty-five percent of his company's shares. From the moment my father met Hong Yi, he liked him — not because he was handsome, but because he was rich. And because Hong Yi is the sole heir to his family's empire, my father saw opportunity.
A future where, once I bore Hong Yi's child, everything would belong to us.
So I was prepared for him like a doll.
Perfected in every art meant to please a man — dance, embroidery, weaving, cooking, business management. I had a master for everything: how to eat, how to sit, how to walk, how to smile.
It was difficult, yes.
But not impossible.
And yet, I did not do all this because my father asked me to.
I did it because I loved Hong Yi.
> "I loved you like an unfulfilled dream of mine.
And you stole me like a gust of wind."
The first time I saw him, I was five years old.
My father had taken me to a party at his house. Evening had fallen — the garden shimmered with lantern light, the air heavy with the scent of blooming roses. Amid the noise and laughter, I noticed a boy sitting alone on a wooden bench.
He was seven.
Black hair fell over his forehead, and his eyes — blue as the evening sky — were deep, like the ocean itself. When he looked at me, something inside me shifted.
It was love at first sight.
I ran toward him, eager to speak, but he only glanced at me with sad eyes. Then he stood up and walked away.
I tried to stop him.
He never turned back.
It didn't matter.
I loved him anyway — and in that moment, I decided I would become someone worthy of his stubborn heart.
Everyone in the company knew that one day, I would marry Hong Yi.
Over time, he opened up to me — or at least, he pretended to. We became something like friends. We went on picnics, shopped together, and laughed on occasion. But I always knew the truth.
He did it out of duty.
Not affection.
Sometimes, he would smile and bring me cake, and my heart would flutter. Then, without warning, he would turn cold — his expression dark, his steps distant.
I told myself things would change with time.
They didn't.
Instead, he changed me.
And now, the wedding day has finally arrived.
The hall is beautifully decorated, filled with roses — my favorite flowers. I don't know if he chose them for me or if someone else did.
But I allow myself to hope.
As I adjust my wedding dress, a call comes from outside. I step into the hall.
And there he is.
Hong Yi stands at the far end, tall and elegant, his expression unreadable. Golden chandelier light frames him like a portrait.
He looks stunning.
But not once does he turn to look at me.
His gaze remains fixed straight ahead — as if this marriage were not a choice…
But a duty.
A sentence.
And in that moment, my heart begins to tremble.