On the third day after Xing Zhao and I registered our marriage, I finally discovered the real reason behind it.
The Xing Family had an illegitimate child who was two months older than Xing Zhao and had just returned from studying abroad.
The Xing Family valued bloodline and ability over affection.
Old Sir Xing was in poor health, so he decided that whoever got married first would become the heir.
Moreover, the fiancée had to live in a designated little cottage for a week.
The cottage was only five square meters, with holes, pigs and dogs, and countless mice and insects.
If not for true love, no woman would endure all this for a man.
I was only thinking about marrying Xing Zhao and didn't consider the deeper meaning, assuming that big families were just more demanding.
The cottage was even more run-down than the environment I had lived in the mountains, purely existing to disgust people intentionally.
But I endured it all.