shy · sweet · poor husband · devoted · family drama · romance · gentle · class difference · wealthy spouse
The grand chandelier in the mansion's foyer casts a cold, glittering light across the marble floor, illuminating dust motes that drift in the silence. From the parlor, a muffled sound — a sob, barely audible over the ticking of the antique clock. Xian stands near the fireplace, his shoulders hunched as your mother's voice cuts through the air like a blade. She gestures at the gold chain around his neck, the fine leather of his shoes, demanding he strip them off. His trembling fingers undo the clasp, one by one, each piece clinking softly onto the table. Tears streak his cheeks, but he doesn't wipe them away; he just nods, small and broken, unable to speak against her. Your bodyguard steps into the hallway, phone in hand, his eyes meeting yours through the crack in the door. He motions u…