
The story begins with Tiffany running away from some guys in white suits. She manages to catch her breath in an alley where she comes across a woman with long hair seemingly changing her shirt. As she comments about the scene, the woman turns around only to reveal herself as not a woman, but as man
There's no time to waste, though, as the men catch up to her. So, attempting to be quick on her feet, Tiffany decides to use the man she's just discovered and pretends to be kissing him as the men run past. Only, he also has his own dilemma, of being chased, and needs to use her for the same reason. However, this time, he gets pushed into her and they actually end up kissing. 




After secretly registering our marriage, my lawyer husband would propose that we hold another wedding ceremony to make it up to me each time he explored a new position with his childhood friend.For the last three years, Michael Grant, my husband, brought up having a wedding 33 times and stood me up 33 times.The first time was because his childhood friend's dog died. To honor its memory, he said we couldn't have a celebration for three months.Meanwhile, I stood before our family and friends in my wedding dress, offering endless apologies on his behalf.The second time was because his childhood friend had period cramps. He turned the wedding car around to go make her tea.After that, every subsequent planned wedding ceremony ran into some kind of issue with his childhood friend.I cried. I caused scenes.But Michael would always say, "Tasha and I are just friends with benefits. You're my wife. Don't be so petty."After the 33rd time, I was finally exhausted.I pushed the divorce papers in front of him. "The cooling-off period is over. Let's go finalize the divorce." 



Within the esteemed Ashford family, a tiny tyrant is doted upon like royalty, a fact known far and wide."Spare her? Sure, but she must come and apologize to me personally!" Ivy said, her face blooming with dimples as she laughed.She prided herself on unmatched cunning... until..."Your beauty's overrated." He glanced from the photo to her, his assessment brutally honest."I think you're the one who's severely vision-impaired!""Vain.""Cecil Warrington! Ever heard of speaking with a little grace?!""Your figure? At best, you're a flat bean," he declared, utterly unfazed.Fuming, she stormed off, overturning the table as she left.Flat bean yourself, your whole family's flat beans!Later, the normally formidable and aloof Mr. Warrington was found silently kneeling on durians."Dare to love me?""On what grounds?"Cecil's lips curved in a smile, pulling her into his embrace."Because I love you."He kissed her tenderly on the lips."I have harbored affection for you... through countless moons and countless tides..." 



