Eternal Marriage

Why Did He Choose Her?

Gu Xiaoruan clamped her hand over her mouth, the taste of humiliation burning her throat. She had rehearsed this reunion a thousand times in her mind, but never once did she imagine the first thing he’d do was kiss her. The President’s limousine pulled away, leaving her stranded in the backseat like a discarded toy. The opulent interior, once a symbol of luxury, now felt like a prison cell

.Huang Tingyue, the President, had been her teenage fantasy—a boy with the power to rewrite the rules. Now, standing before her in a tailored black suit, he was a stranger. The sharp angles of his face, once softened by youth, now cut through the air like a blade. “Your Excellency has a severe aversion to germs,” the butler intoned, his voice a soothing balm to her fraying nerves

. But Gu Xiaoruan wasn’t fooled. The term “Your Excellency” felt like a barb, a reminder of the chasm between them.At the presidential estate, the grandeur of the wrought-iron gates seemed to mock her. As she approached, a phalanx of guards in embroidered dragon uniforms stepped forward, their expressions as rigid as their posture. “Step back, Miss Gu. His Excellency does not tolerate closeness from strangers,” one of them barked, his hand gripping her elbow with bruising force

.Inside, the sterile white room felt like a different world. A sleek, metallic pod awaited her, its innards humming with an otherworldly energy. “This is a standard security protocol,” the lead doctor said, his voice devoid of empathy. “We need to ensure you’re not carrying any contaminants.” Gu Xiaoruan’s fingers tightened around her handbag. “Contaminants?” she spat. “Is this some kind of organ harvest operation?”

The examination was a violation. They took her blood, her hair, even analyzed her “unique scent.” The doctor’s report was clinical: “Normal heart rate, mild hypoglycemia, and a distinctive pheromone signature.” As the door slid shut behind her, Gu Xiaoruan’s mind raced. What did he want from her? Why had he kissed her like a stranger, then treated her like a lab rat?

Back in her cell, the shadows whispered secrets. Gu Xiaoruan’s fingers traced the grooves in the stone wall, each crevice a memory of the life she once had—a life where she wasn’t a pawn in someone else’s game. The President’s cold gaze haunted her. He had always been the sun, and she, a mere planet orbiting his gravity. But now, something had shifted. The kiss, the examination—it was as if he was cataloging her, dissecting her like a rare specimen

.Hours passed, and the silence grew heavier. Gu Xiaoruan’s thoughts turned to her family—her sister’s malicious laughter, her father’s empty promises. They had sold her to the highest bidder, and now she was trapped in this gilded cage. The President’s words echoed in her mind: “You have something I need.” What could it be? Her beauty? Her connections? Or something deeper, something she didn’t yet understand?

As night fell, the castle’s ancient stones seemed to breathe. Gu Xiaoruan’s resolve hardened. She wasn’t just a means to an end. She was a survivor, and she would find a way out. The key, she realized, lay in understanding the man who held her fate in his hands. And so, she began to piece together the puzzle, one clue at a time

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