The fifth young master of the Jiang family earned his reputation through whispered legends—celibate, distant, commanding respect through sheer intellect. Yet his brilliance came at a cost: he'd grown too wise to desire living, his body withering under the weight of existential indifference. Death seemed inevitable. Tang Wan never expected what happened when he invited her to his chambers. She emerged in tears, leaving everyone bewildered by her transformation. When the fifth young master reappeared, recovered and renewed, he brought her home as his bride. Beneath her innocent façade lay a spirited troublemaker who'd already antagonized half the household. His response silenced every objection: "She's under my protection now. Whatever she does, whatever consequences follow—I'll answer for them." Her mission was crystal clear: bear his children before his time ran out. The clock was ticking, and Tang Wan refused to waste a single moment. By day, she played the demure, modest wife. By night, she transformed into something entirely different—desperate, calculated, consuming every second of his existence. A son arrived. One year passed. Tang Wan mentally prepared herself for widowhood, for the solitary life she'd inevitably face. Yet he remained. Days turned to weeks. Weeks became seasons. The sickly fifth young master showed no signs of fading. Years later, he cornered her with an amused smile: "I hear you've been counting down my days. Tell me, wife—are you planning to exhaust me to death?"