How Long Will Your Snowman Last

For 26 years, Zhu Zhixi has lived a thrilling life—from Africa to Antarctica, as a backpacker to a volunteer, his motto is constant chaos. But one day, he wakes to find an unexpected countdown on his palm—**[60 days 0 hours 0 minutes 0 seconds]** *I only have sixty days left??* Days later, he’s forced into a blind date with a boring archaeology professor, a cold-faced Alpha with nothing but looks, frostier than a snowman. Zhu Zhixi: *"I’m a beta. Marrying me is basically sterilization."* Sterilization? More like half-buried already—anyone who weds him now is just signing up for widowhood. And who'd even want to marry an Alpha? All those pheromones and ruts they can’t control… Wait—why did the countdown stop? Zhu Zhixi: *"Hold on, steri—sterilization has its merits…"* He grabs the snowman’s hand desperately—the countdown halts again. Zhu Zhixi: *Perfect! A lifeline. I’m saved!* After marriage, he clings for dear life (literally), but soon, holding hands and hugs lose their effect. Zhu Zhixi: *"Crap. My husband’s useless."* His usually indifferent hubby offers help: *"Maybe it’s the method, not the man. Try switching?"* Zhu Zhixi: *"Switch what?"* Waking up sore the next day, he checks his palm immediately. Fu Rangyi: *"Worked?"* Zhu Zhixi: *"Stopped! It worked! Thanks, hubby! You’re amazing! I mean—not *that* amazing…" (digging himself deeper)* Fu Rangyi, unimpressed: *"Such a clumsy act. Just say you like it."* His fingers brush the mating bite on Zhu Zhixi’s nape: *"You’re welcome. Use it often, *wife*."* --- **Initially, Fu Rangyi thought:** *Good, he’s a beta—no pheromone hassles, easy divorce.* **Later:** *Why a beta… Why can’t I mark him…* *Sometimes, you just can’t relate to your past self.* --- **Mini Theater:** After their first snowfall as newlyweds, Zhu Zhixi brings home a tiny snowman: *"Made this for you!"* Fu Rangyi doesn’t take it. *"We have heating. How long will it last?"* *Jerk!* Zhu Zhixi snaps back: *"It’ll die tomorrow!"* Left on the balcony, days later, only twig arms remain where the snowman melted. Months after, Zhu Zhixi—who never cooks—opens the freezer and freezes. There, hidden in a Christmas cake box, sits the "dead" snowman, now with bamboo skewer arms and plump blueberry eyes. *…It really did live a long time.* --- **Grumpy,醋精 (vinegar-essence) widower-at-heart gōng × Vibrant, full-of-life shòu** #OlderAlphaYoungerBeta #MarriageOfConvenience #WinterFairytale #Romcom