Chapter 1

Marrying My Silly Childhood Sweetheart
Synopsis 1:
At twenty‑six, Duan Baisui faces two choices.
One: marry an Omega from the pheromone matching bank whose compatibility with him is extremely high.
Two: fulfill a childhood promise and marry his “little fool” childhood sweetheart.
Duan Baisui chooses the second.
Synopsis 2:
After the wedding, Duan Baisui treats the “little fool” with unfailing politeness, yet they always lack the intimacy lovers should share.
The little fool isn’t actually completely stupid. He’s just slower to react than most people. He understands all the emotions he should understand.
When entertainment news exposes a scandal linking Duan Baisui to another man, the little fool arranges to meet that rumored lover.
He pushes two bank cards and a piggy‑bank across the table to the man.
Serious and earnest, he says, “There’s a total of 2,078,645.5 yuan here. It’s all for you. Please leave my husband immediately. I know the market price is five million, I’ll pay the remaining amount in installments.”
Rumored lover: ?
Duan Baisui: …
Reading Notes:
1. Mutual dotes, extreme gong/shou control, don’t read if that bothers you.
2. The shou has sequelae from a childhood fever; he’s a bit slower and less clever than others. But he can live independently, tell right from wrong, and protect himself. There is no grooming or any illegal behavior.
3. Junior story to “Waking Up to Find I’m a Dad.” Don’t ask why the gong’s name sounds so rustic—his dad thought it was lucky.
4. Not a “chasing the wife” story. They learn what love is while growing together.
5. Gong isn’t scum, shou isn’t cheap.
Tags: Fantasy World · Marriage & Romance · Sweet Story · ABO · Light‑hearted
Search keywords: Main CP: Duan Baisui, Zuo Nian │ Others: –
One‑line summary: My wife isn’t dumb. I am.
Theme: Love grows stronger through adversity.
It was December in City A, and the temperature had plummeted.
Snow had been falling heavily all day long, with no sign of stopping.
Withered branches lay buried under a thick white quilt. The once colorful city gradually lost its hues, turning desolate and bleak.
Equally foul as the weather outside was the expression on young President Duan’s face.
Today, the company’s top boy group had been exposed by the media for internal bullying.
The only Beta in the group had been abused by three Alphas until he fell into depression and attempted suicide. He’d been saved at the last moment and still lay in the hospital.
The scandal was spiraling out of control. As soon as Duan Baisui heard the news, he immediately summoned their agent.
They’d just finished talking, and things were not looking good.
“Do I have any social engagements tonight?” Duan Baisui looked up and asked.
His brows and eyes strongly resembled those of his Alpha father—sharp and arrogant. When he looked at people, it was with an innate sense of pressure.
But his temperament followed his Omega father—cool and detached, his smiles never quite reaching his eyes, not easy to get along with.
The new assistant was quite afraid of him.
“The general manager of Chaoyue has invited you to a small gathering at the Lanqiao Club.”
“Decline. Have the driver take me to the hospital,” Duan Baisui said mildly.
“Okay,” Luo Yin replied.
After a pause, he added, “Mr. Zuo just called, asking if you’ll be coming home for dinner.”
Putting on the coat that had been hanging on the floor‑standing rack, Duan Baisui said, “Tell him not to wait for me.”
His voice remained cool and clear, devoid of any emotion.
“Understood.”
Once they stepped out of the office, Luo Yin first called the driver, asking him to bring the car to the front of the building.
Then he called Mr. Zuo back.
He’d only just joined the company recently. His understanding of his boss came solely from news reports and the previous assistant’s handover notes.
All he knew was that the young President Duan had only been married a short while.
By all rights, with his family background and status, his wedding should have been an extravagant affair and definitely front‑page news.
Yet to date, no media outlet had captured a single image of his wedding.
Rumor had it he hadn’t even held a ceremony. Since his spouse was a “fool,” and the two had childhood ties, he had supposedly married under duress, so they merely registered the marriage without inviting guests. Naturally, their married life was said to be anything but harmonious.
It was said the young president often came home late and deliberately neglected his other half as a silent protest against this marriage.
So that Mr. Zuo’s phone calls could only frequently end up with the assistant instead.
The line only rang twice before it was picked up.
The person on the other end sounded bright and cheerful. “Hello!”
Adopting a formal, businesslike tone, Luo Yin said, “Hello, Mr. Zuo. This is Xiao Luo.”
“I’ve just confirmed with President Duan. He’s not coming home for dinner, and he asked that you not wait up.”
“Oh…” The disappointment on the other end was obvious. The previously upbeat voice fell abruptly flat, turning listless and quiet.
“Then, could I trouble you to please remind him not to drink alcohol? He… he has a cold, he’s taking medicine, and he should drink more hot water.”
“Of course, Mr. Zuo. Please don’t worry.”
Luo Yin had never met Duan Baisui’s spouse.
But the childish tone of the man’s voice really did seem to confirm the rumor.
“And, and tell him to drive slowly. No matter how late it is, I’ll wait for him and I won’t run around. You have to tell him, okay?” he went on and on.
Luo Yin patiently replied, “I will.”
He had just hung up when the office door opened again.
Duan Baisui came out dressed all in black, his face dark.
Still holding his phone, Luo Yin said cautiously, “Mr. Zuo said…”
“Is the car here?” Duan Baisui interrupted coldly.
“It should be,” Luo Yin answered.
“Mm.”
Seeing his expression, Luo Yin didn’t dare utter another word.
It was rush hour, and the roads were packed with cars.
What should have been a twenty‑odd‑minute drive to the hospital turned into more than thirty‑five.
When Duan Baisui got out of the car, there were still many reporters camped out in front of the hospital entrance, blocked from going inside by security.
They took the elevator up to the fourth‑floor VIP ward area, where more staff were posted at the doors to keep reporters from sneaking in.
He knocked on the ward door. After a moment, someone hurried over to open it.
It was the young star’s assistant.
Seeing Duan Baisui, she ducked her head and called out timidly, “President Duan.”
Between the door and the inner room was a short little corridor, so Duan Baisui couldn’t see the patient at first glance.
He asked the little assistant, “How is he?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the girl’s eyes filled with tears and overflowed. Choking up, she said, “They’ve already stitched up the wound, and the doctor said there’s no danger to his life. It’s just that Xiao‑ge… Xiao‑ge’s mental state…”
She couldn’t continue, covering her face as she cried.
The man who’d been bullied was named Ju Xiao.
When he first joined the talent show, all the mentors had high hopes for him.
Among a sea of highly aggressive Alpha contestants, he stood out for his gentleness and humility.
Even his looks were that scholarly, gentlemanly type that naturally inspired goodwill.
His skills were nothing to scoff at either.
But that year’s line‑up had simply been too strong; the cast was full of visual kings and prodigies.
Compared with them, Ju Xiao’s looks were a bit plain, and no matter how hard he worked, there was inevitably a gap in singing and dancing. As a result, his popularity remained only middling.
He’d ultimately stopped at the top four.
Even so, it was impressive.
After the show ended, Duan Baisui signed him.