Chapter 1: Your Husband Is a Bit Older

"Mr. Cecillia, your daughter is both dark and thin, got pregnant and had an abortion in her second year of high school, which caused a scandal that led to a petition by the parents for her expulsion. This quality... tsk, 50,000 Dollar is already too much!"

"It's all misinformation! Master, look, I have a virginity certificate here! She just turned eighteen, she's definitely worth 200,000 Dollar!"

"60,000!"

"At least 80,000!"

"Alright, 80,000 it is, Whatsapp."

Thus, Aurora Geordie was sold by her own father, Elliot Cecillia, to Dennis Boyle for 80,000 Dollar. Dennis Boyle had calculated that Elliot Cecillia's business was on the brink of bankruptcy due to Aurora Geordie's hard fate, which was detrimental to the Jin family's luck. Although she had never met her father since birth, Dennis Boyle knew an old bachelor who could possibly counteract her bad luck, so he decided to play matchmaker.

Dennis Boyle looked very young and refined, but in the upper echelons of the capital, he held an extraordinary reputation, being hailed as the 'First Master of Metaphysics in the Capital.' If he said dung smelled sweet, no one would question him.

Aurora Geordie carried a dirty old suitcase, wearing an old dress, standing alone with her head down. Her small, dark, and thin face was filled with confusion, her hollow eyes devoid of any vitality, only a dead silence. In her hand, she clutched a 'virginity certificate' that proved her innocence, her whole being empty and numb.

She had worked hard to get into the No. 1 High School in the southern part of the city, where she enjoyed free accommodation and meals, and even received the highest scholarship. If she could smoothly enter the best university in the country, the Imperial University, she could completely change her fate. But a baseless rumor of pregnancy and abortion made her lose everything overnight—her studies, future, and love...

Elliot Cecillia left in a hurry, not even glancing at Aurora Geordie, hoping this jinx would go as far away as possible and not bring more harm to his property.

After he left, Aurora Geordie, still with her head down, followed Dennis Boyle out of the coffee shop, carrying her luggage and an old backpack.

When she was living in poverty under a bridge, her father suddenly appeared to pick her up, first sending her to the hospital for a check-up, then to a hotel for a bath and a change of clothes before bringing her to Dennis Boyle. She hadn't eaten or drunk anything for half a day, and her stomach growled with hunger.

It was a scorching afternoon in late September. Aurora Geordie stood in the sun, her skin turning a deep tan. Dennis Boyle, dressed in a suit, was in a completely different style. He opened a delicate black umbrella to shield himself from the sun while making a phone call.

"Hello? Old man, are you on your way? I've picked up your wife. You have ten minutes. If you can't make it, I'll send her to someone else."

Aurora Geordie, who had been silent, perked up her ears.

Was he talking to her future husband?

She heard that her husband had a hard fate, and everyone in his family had died, and whoever got close to him would suffer. This perfectly complemented her, who had caused her mother's death at birth, her grandmother's death at ten, and almost bankrupted her father, whom she had never met, at eighteen.

Their union would be mutually destructive and beneficial to society.

Aurora Geordie weakly imagined her future husband: a receding hairline, a bulbous nose, a fat face, and if he had a standard beer belly, it would be perfect. From the tone, he seemed quite old, maybe 40? Too young, at least 50.

After a brief conversation, Dennis Boyle hung up the phone and finally remembered that Aurora Geordie was a living person. He spoke to her for the first time:

"Your husband may be a bit older, but he looks good and is still a virgin."

He also instructed her, "Remember to be well-behaved and call him 'husband' proactively."

Aurora Geordie looked at him with her large, yet hollow eyes, feeling a sense of foreboding. Her husband might not just have a receding hairline and a beer belly; he might also be paralyzed and impotent...

As long as she had food and could continue her education, a beer belly was fine, and impotence would be even better. But what she feared most was a physically incapable but psychologically twisted man!

Sweating profusely, she suddenly felt a chill and shivered.

Just as she finished shivering, a sleek Maybach sports car sped up and came to a sudden stop in front of them.

Dennis Boyle, holding the umbrella, took a step forward. Aurora Geordie guessed it was her future husband's car and gathered her courage to look.

The sun shone like golden light from the sky, illuminating the world. The windows of the Maybach were tinted, and she couldn't see inside even when she tiptoed. The driver's door opened first, and a long leg extended out, followed by a pair of black, stern shoes firmly touching the ground. A man in a suit stepped out.

Aurora Geordie followed the long leg upward and saw a man in his early thirties, with a slightly tanned complexion and well-proportioned features, though there was a small scar on his left eyebrow, adding a rugged charm to his face.

Is this her somewhat... older husband?

To Aurora Geordie, he was stunningly handsome and cool.

Her husband was so perfect that it added to her fear—he wasn't a beer belly or a receding hairline, so there must be a special reason why he hadn't married, like a psychological disorder, and a severe one! The higher the attractiveness, the more twisted the mind!

Aurora Geordie felt her legs weaken with fear, thinking she should be more obedient and proactive to avoid suffering later. So, she mustered her courage, took two steps forward, and started to say, "Old—"

Before she could finish, her 'husband' turned coldly, respectfully opening the rear door of the Maybach. Another pair of even longer legs in a suit emerged from the back seat.

A man in a crisp white shirt got out, his well-proportioned, athletic body barely concealed by the thin summer clothing. He stood like a walking clothes hanger, his tousled hair stylishly framing his broad, handsome forehead. His black hair shimmered in the sunlight, and his striking features were impossible to hide, even behind sunglasses.

He walked towards them against the golden light, like a divine figure with a halo, leaving Aurora Geordie stunned and forgetting to call out to her husband. She watched as he slowly removed his sunglasses, revealing deep, penetrating eyes that locked onto hers.

He scrutinized Aurora Geordie from head to toe several times. The first time, he seemed slightly disdainful, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. The second time, he seemed to convince himself, forcefully suppressing the disdain. By the third time, his brows relaxed, and a hint of fondness appeared in his eyes.

He strode towards Aurora Geordie, bringing a cold breeze with him. As he looked at her, he suddenly reached out, snatched the black umbrella from Dennis Boyle, and held it over Aurora Geordie, shielding her from the harsh sun and providing some shade.

He shot a cold glance at Dennis Boyle and finally spoke:

"You're letting my wife get sunburned!"