After the Marriage Agreement with the Rich Man

Everyone knows that Ye Tingtong is Shen Minghuai’s little shadow.

But he is nothing more than a pretty face.

Shen Minghuai is utterly annoyed by him, but no matter how much he rejects him, Ye Tingtong always wears a cheerful smile, clearly deeply in love with him.

During a party at the Shen family’s villa, Shen Minghuai is playing the paper-towel-biting game with a girl next to him.

Ye Tingtong, who is “deeply in love” with Shen Minghuai, sits beside them, his head lowered, dejectedly reaching for the snacks in front of him.

He doesn’t care if Shen Minghuai likes him or not; as long as he can use this relationship to avoid being married off as a pawn by the Ye family to an old man, that’s enough.

The atmosphere is reaching its climax when a cold voice suddenly comes from the top of the stairs.

“You’re being too noisy.”

Shen Minghuai is so startled that the paper ball in his mouth falls out. “Uncle?!”

Shen Minghuai’s uncle, and the current head of the Shen family—

Shen Jun.

Dressed in a suit, tall and straight, standing on the high ground, his implied aura makes everyone below dare not look him in the eye.

Ye Tingtong puts down the snacks: Who’s this? So formidable.

He instinctively starts to think, and before he can look up, he feels a scrutinizing gaze on him.

Ye Tingtong’s hair stands on end.

This person, he can’t afford to offend.

When he meets Shen Jun again at the Shen family, he is carrying honey water to find the hungover Shen Minghuai, and the two meet unexpectedly in the corridor.

Shen Jun: “There are people in his room.”

Ye Tingtong quickly understands and is about to leave when he sees Shen Jun looking at the honey water in his hand. He tentatively offers it, “Uncle, would you like to try some?”

Shen Jun takes the water and leaves a sentence: “Call me Shen Jun.”

Later, Shen Minghuai searches everywhere for Ye Tingtong but to no avail. He knocks on the study door, “Uncle, is Tingtong with you?”

Ye Tingtong is being pressed against the door panel, his hazy consciousness briefly clears, “Shen Jun…”

Before he can finish, his lips are gently kissed.

Then, he hears Shen Jun’s low, hoarse voice.

“He’s not here.”