Yin Yan has had feelings for Sheng Chi for years. At one concert, overwhelmed with excitement, he gripped Sheng Chi’s hand tightly and refused to let go. Only when Sheng Chi turned away did he realize—lying quietly in his palm was a ring… freshly pried from his idol’s finger. That same night, Sheng Chi’s company posted a statement claiming that a thief had posed as a fan at the concert and stolen his ring, urging its prompt return. Yin Yan swore he wasn’t a thief. A few days later, his idol personally sought him out, informing him that the ring had been meant for his future spouse. Yin Yan: “……” I deserve death. I’m guilty. Sheng Chi flashed a faint smile—then tossed him a marriage contract. Turns out Sheng Chi was under family pressure to find someone for a fake marriage. Yin Yan: “……” Damn! How could such good fortune exist?! —— One day, Yin Yan stared blankly at the man before him. Sheng Chi’s lashes were lowered, his features sharp and striking, his slightly upturned peach-blossom eyes laced with allure. Yin Yan could hardly believe his ears, stammering, “You… what did you just say?” “Back in high school, when the dean caught me ‘dating too early,’” Sheng Chi said, chuckling softly, “he told me that writing love letters without signing them meant I’d never succeed in chasing anyone. Now, I really want to tell him—I succeeded. Sorry for tricking you back then. This ring… was always meant for you.”