Mr. Lu, Please Behave—Your Wife Is Asking You to Take a Premarital Checkup
Heirs of powerful families and masters of traditional lacquer art—two hidden identities, a match between mature lovers, sealed with a lightning-fast marriage and a passionate romance. At twenty-six, while others hold fortune in one hand and glory in the other, Jiang Ning faces a different fate: a former lover who returned from abroad only to snatch away her intended, and a mother willing to barter her daughter for status. Amid the neon lights and the haze of disappointment, Jiang Ning encounters Lu Cheng, whose calm exterior barely conceals his own difficulties. They meet again across the table at a blind date. Jiang Ning, skeptical about the match, refuses to waste time. “We manage our finances separately, live in different rooms, no wedding, no public announcement. If you can accept these terms, we can continue.” Lu Cheng replies, “If there’s nothing else, shall we meet at the civil affairs bureau tomorrow morning?” So begins their whirlwind marriage. Jiang Ning assumes her bargain husband is only after her looks, unaware of his careful planning and deep intentions. After the wedding, Lu Cheng is relentless: “Honey, here’s my card. Honey, let’s sleep together. Honey, do you prefer a Chinese or Western-style wedding?” Jiang Ning is at her wit’s end. Help! My flash-married husband is desperate to go public—what should I do? Waiting online for advice, it’s urgent!
Mr. Lu, Please Behave—Your Wife Is Asking You to Take a Premarital Checkup
The first day of the National Day holiday, five minutes past midnight.
Neon lights shimmered, the night deep and unyielding. Jiang Ning stepped out of the bar in her high heels, her stride a touch unsteady.
The man who’d just bought her drinks hurried after her. One arm supported her, the other wrapped around her slender, perfectly curved waist, as he leaned in close to her ear. “How about… coming to my place?”
Jiang Ning turned to look at him. Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. By conventional standards, the man was attractive: striking looks, carefully styled damp hair, meticulously groomed brows.
He wore trendy designer brands, exuding boldness and flair.
Her red lips parted as she asked knowingly, “And what would we do?”
He curled his thin lips into a smile, fingers brushing her cheek, his thumb gently caressing her fair, delicate skin. “Sleep.”
Jiang Ning replied, “Sleep, or sleep with me?”
He laughed aloud, drawing her hand to his lips, kissing the tip of her index finger.
“You could sleep with me—I don’t mind.”
Their eyes locked, tension sparking between them.
As she breathed in, Jiang Ning caught the mingled scent of strong liquor and various perfumes on him. Her smile widened, sultry and enchanting.
Though her reactions were a bit sluggish, she was still mostly clear-headed. She leaned into his embrace, relaxing just enough, then withdrew her hand, curling the finger he’d kissed.
He leaned in, but she turned her finger, pressing its soft pad to his lips—like a match struck, igniting
