Eternal Marriage

The President’s Unexpected Appearance

The convoy stretched from one end of the boulevard to the other, each gleaming luxury vehicle’s emblem casting a blinding sheen under the stadium lights. Scarlet carpets lined with golden-thread embroidery were meticulously rolled out by attendants, their movements synchronized like clockwork

. Gu Xiaoruan clutched her champagne flute, the bubbles fizzing against the glass a stark contrast to the turmoil in her stomach. “So much money… what’s the point?” she muttered, her eyes scanning the crowd for an escape route.

Just then, a flicker of movement caught her eye through the half-open limo window. Her heart stopped. “No, this can’t be…” The man stepping out of the black Maybach was the last person she expected to see. Years had passed since he vanished from public view, yet the sharpness of his profile remained unchanged. The tailored black suit hugged his tall frame, a diamond tiepin catching the light as he surveyed the scene with an imperious gaze

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The atmosphere shifted. Black-clad guards in embroidered dragon insignia fanned out, clearing a path with military precision. An elderly butler in a crisp vest and white gloves opened the car door, revealing a pair of bespoke leather shoes—each stitch a testament to craftsmanship. The man’s presence cast a shadow over the entire venue, the city lights dimming in comparison to his aura

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Gu Xiaoruan’s breath caught in her throat. She should have run when she had the chance. The memory of the previous night’s assault burned in her mind, and here she was, disheveled and vulnerable, facing the man she once secretly adored. “Huang Tingyue, the President,” she whispered, the title unfamiliar on her tongue. He was never referred to by his given name in public

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His eyes, a striking blend of ice and sapphire, narrowed as he spotted her. “So, the little bird hasn’t flown the coop,” he drawled, his voice a low rumble. Two guards seized her by the arms, lifting her effortlessly despite her struggles. “Let me go, or I’ll scream k********g!” she cried, but her voice was drowned out by the murmurs of the crowd

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Huang Tingyue’s lips curved into a chilling smile. “Do you think anyone here would believe you?” He pulled her into his embrace, his touch both possessive and calculating. The kiss was brutal, his tongue plundering her mouth with a ferocity that left her breathless. When he finally released her, she was trembling, the taste of him—a mix of power and danger—lingering on her lips

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The crowd erupted in shock. Liu Xue, a fellow classmate, turned green with envy. “Is that… the President?” she whispered, her eyes wide with disbelief. Fang Rong, Gu Xiaoruan’s only friend, stared in stunned silence, the implications of this encounter sinking in

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Back in the limo, Huang Tingyue’s gaze never left hers. “You’re smarter than I thought,” he murmured, his tone both admiring and menacing. “But don’t mistake this for charity. You have something I need.” The diamond cufflink on his wrist—a gift from her father years ago—gleamed ominously in the dim light

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As the car sped away, Gu Xiaoruan’s mind raced. She had traded her dignity for a fleeting moment of safety, but the price was clear. The man who controlled the nation’s fate now held her future in his hands, and there was no escape

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