○ A money-loving, tone-deaf, blunt straight girl × A gentle husband who’s secretly a reformed dark schemer
○ Male unrequited love / Widower romance
Due to a work transfer, He Xingzhi was reassigned to the project team of a historical otome game she had played during her university days.
To familiarize herself with the game’s content, she created a new account, and her consciousness was once again transported into the game world.
He Xingzhi still remembered how she used to treat the game as a management simulator back then.
But at the time, a major bug caused her in-game memories to be almost entirely lost.
In recent years, the game had regained popularity for its romance storylines. To align with market trends and her job, she decided to try pursuing the romantic routes and "play with the men."
Just as He Xingzhi was getting close to the dashing Minister of Justice, the spirited young general, the enigmatic royal astrologer, and the charming ninth prince—she was unexpectedly invited to the residence of Song Huaijing, the Vice Director of the Secretariat, an NPC completely unrelated to the romance plotlines.
At first, she assumed this powerful official was just an NPC to help her progress the story.
But later, she discovered a study in his mansion filled with nothing but portraits—all of them depicting her. Only then did she realize he wasn’t as gentle and harmless as he appeared…
He Xingzhi finally caught on: Wait a minute, is this part of the game’s storyline too?!
Eight years after A’Zhi left him, she returned.
Back then, A’Zhi had already agreed to marry him. With no family left for either of them, Song Huaijing personally prepared her dowry, meticulously following every tradition, waiting to become her rightful husband.
But then she vanished—no body, no trace.
He waited for A’Zhi, convinced she was still alive. Even if she were truly gone, he’d wait a lifetime.
Just when even Song Huaijing had given up hope, A’Zhi came back.
Though she had lost her memories, her appearance, name, and most of her habits remained unchanged.
She was still money-obsessed, still nearsighted—always needing to get close to see things clearly, her old weaknesses of poor eyesight and hearing unchanged.
Song Huaijing was certain: the woman before him was A’Zhi.
Watching the men who coveted her, he yearned to pull out the marriage certificate he had secretly read countless nights alone and declare, "This is a state-approved marriage contract! I am A’Zhi’s rightful husband! No matter how much you cling to her, at best, you’d only ever be a concubine!"
A’Zhi could only be his, and he could only be A’Zhi’s…
Until He Xingzhi fully recovered her memories, and the first question she asked him was:
"Bro, when did I ever say I wanted to marry you?!"