Deliberate Offense

I fell for my nephew’s law professor, Shen Shangyue. Late one night, I sent him a message: “Professor Shen, are you in need of a wife?” He replied with four ice-cold words: “I don’t believe in marriage.” I flirted with him for ages, but that aloof iceberg showed no sign of melting. So I gave up, nice and easy, and agreed to the blind date my family had arranged for me. On the day of the blind date, Shen Shangyue trapped me in his car for a talk. His eyes were dark and cold, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he asked, “Didn’t you say I was your one and only husband?”