Zhao Rong was supposed to be a detached transmigrator, playing the role of a spoiled heir, fulfilling his cannon fodder purpose to the extreme before bowing out. But when Qiao Nanqi, the male lead, extended a hand as Zhao Rong fell into the mud, he was pulled off the story’s intended path. Thus, Zhao Rong ignored the original plot entirely and pursued Qiao Nanqi passionately for ten years, finally succeeding in winning him over. Yet, barely a year into their marriage, Qiao Nanqi deemed him rotten at the core, dismissed all his efforts, remained indifferent, frequently stayed out overnight, and never introduced him to friends. —Even harboring a noble white moonlight in his heart. Zhao Rong awoke to the truth and resolved to return to his role as a proper transmigrator, steering the plot back on track. The first thing he did after divorcing Qiao Nanqi was to fulfill his original engagement. His fiancé? The very white moonlight Qiao Nanqi had cherished in the original story—the one destined to be with Zhao Rong, the spoiled heir. Three months later— Emerging from a night spent on the white moonlight’s couch, Zhao Rong ran straight into Qiao Nanqi, who had stood outside all night. Zhao Rong draped his arms over the man’s shoulders as usual and murmured, “What, waiting for him?” Qiao Nanqi shoved him against the wall and whispered in his ear, “I was waiting for you.” Zhao Rong’s eyes darkened, his lips curling in a joyless smile as he pushed him away. “Oh? But I’m not waiting for you anymore.”