Chapter 1: A Sudden Marriage

What does it feel like to see your fiancé, with whom you're supposed to register your marriage that very day, flirting passionately with another woman? Shen Chutang stood at the restroom door, mop in hand, her expression icy and her posture menacing. Inside, the couple remained oblivious to her presence.

“Brother Jiang Han, aren't you getting your marriage license with that Shen family's eldest daughter today? I hope I’m not ruining your good fortune,” the woman inside cooed.

Jiang Han snorted. “That Shen Chutang? I haven't even seen her face. For all I know, she could be square or flat. Why would I marry her? I heard she used to live up in the mountains—she might just be a country bumpkin! Not half as adorable as my little baby here!”

The woman giggled coyly, “You’re so bad~”

Unable to bear it any longer, Shen Chutang wedged the mop handle through the door handle from outside, grabbed the nearby bucket, and doused the illicit lovers inside with a chilling deluge, leaving their hearts as cold as their bodies.

A woman’s shriek soon rang out. “Ahhh!”

Jiang Han cursed, “Damn it, who’s there?”

As she walked away, Shen Chutang called out, “No need to thank me. My name’s Lei Feng!”

A month ago, her master had called her over with grave concern, saying her fate held a calamity she could only overcome with the help of a benefactor. Furthermore, the stars foretold romance and her destined match would appear. Thus, her master sent her down the mountain to take care of business.

Now Shen Chutang wondered if the calamity her master had warned of was nothing but rotten romance. Otherwise, why would she get cheated on the moment she descended the mountain?

She tried calling her master. “Master, I saw some nice reading glasses since I came down. Would you like me to pick a pair for you?”

Her master immediately saw through her intentions. “Listen, even if my eyes are aging, I would never misread your romantic fate. Don’t come back until you’ve sorted things out down there!”

After the call was cut off, Shen Chutang muttered, “Marriage? So be it—who’s afraid?”

Standing at the entrance to the registration office, she debated whether hypnotizing the staff would get her a marriage certificate faster, or if simply stealing one would be more efficient, when a voice caught her attention.

“Sir, I heard that the lady who was supposed to register with you found out about your reputation—she really thinks you’re a ruthless killer—and ran away in the middle of the night. Shall we go home for now?”

Shen Chutang didn’t catch all of it, just the part about someone “running away in the middle of the night.” It seemed she wasn’t the only unlucky soul to have her wedding plans derailed on the very day.

She turned to see a man of fatherly age speaking earnestly to a much younger man.

Shen Chutang stepped forward with a grin. “Hey, your bride ran off too?”

Uncle Zhang scolded sharply, “Show some respect!”

A chill of oppressive cold swept over Shen Chutang. She looked up and was struck by a face of such breathtaking handsomeness that it could provoke the gods. This man radiated danger, his demeanor aloof and untouchable, deep-set eyes, sharply defined brows like blades, and a face so stunning it was frosted with an intimidating chill.

“It’s just a runaway bride,” she remarked lightly. “No need to look like the whole world’s against you. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. My own would-be spouse is still in the restroom, caught up in a passionate embrace with someone else.

How about we just register together? We can be each other’s perfect meal companions, and I’ll watch your back too. Three months later, we part ways on good terms—how does that sound?”

Uncle Zhang shuddered in fright—was there really someone bold enough to propose being this man’s meal companion? Did she have a death wish?

Lu Beiqin’s gaze was deep and chilling. “Are you certain?”

Old Master Lu’s health was failing; his greatest wish was to see Lu Beiqin married before passing. Thus, to Lu Beiqin, marrying any woman made no real difference.

Shen Chutang replied earnestly, “Of course. I’m young, you’re beautiful—together, we’re a match made in heaven.”

Lu Beiqin’s narrow eyes narrowed even further. “Who are you calling beautiful?”

“Oh, don’t be so literal,” Shen Chutang replied, taking his hand and leading him inside. “Let’s hurry and get our certificate before the staff gets off work.”

Uncle Zhang could only stand there, watching Lu Beiqin get led away by a mere slip of a girl, unable to find a single chance to intervene.

Her hand was small, and she had to grip tightly just to hold half of his.

Once she held the little red book in her hand, Shen Chutang immediately snapped a photo and sent it to her master—her mission was accomplished.

Putting the marriage certificate away, she asked casually, “So your name is Lu Beiqin? That’s quite a nice name. What do you do for a living?”

Lu Beiqin regarded the girl before him thoughtfully. Over the years, many who heard his name would turn and flee, while others, upon seeing his face, would use every trick in the book to try and seduce him.

Yet never before had he met someone who could play dumb to this degree.

Lu Beiqin’s lips curled into a cold smile. “I drive for a living.”

Shen Chutang didn’t doubt him for a second. “So, you’re a cabbie.”