afternoon, the sun beat down sharply on the bustling streets of the city. Under the shade of a lush tree, a young woman named Ye Siqi was frantically packing her suitcase. She tossed and turned, occasionally muttering to herself, her face full of anxiety.

"Run, run, run! I can't believe I got married. I must escape!" This morning, she had been tricked by her family into a hasty marriage with the notoriously cold and aloof business tycoon, Fu Sanye. His reputation was impeccable, but his personality was like ice—cold and unapproachable. If she stayed, her life would be a living hell.

Just as she was about to stow her toothbrush into the suitcase, a sharp voice echoed through the park. "Miss Ye, where are you going?"

Ye Siqi froze. She turned around cautiously and saw a tall, imposing man standing there. His sharp eyes seemed to pierce through her, making her shiver involuntarily. Fu Sanye it was, holding a black umbrella in his hand. His cold gaze swept over her, as if appraising her.