My Wife Is Twelve Years Younger Than Me

Sweet romance · Wen Tingan, thirty-three years old, handsome and elegant, and famous in business circles as a playboy. His father, Wen Heyan, urges him to settle down and marry. Every time, he brushes it off with, “I’ll play around a few more years.” Wen Heyan looks at the women constantly changing in his son’s arms and grows anxious.

The Ban family suddenly falls into a funding crisis, and Ban Fu’s hair turns white overnight. Wen Heyan comes to visit and proactively offers investment, on the condition that his daughter marry Wen Tingan.

Ban Fu politely refuses: “Ban has someone she likes.”

Wen Heyan smiles: “Does your family not still have a younger daughter?”

Ban Fu shakes his head: “Ban Ban is only twenty-one. She’s too young.”

Ban Ban, eavesdropping outside the door, pushes it open and walks in. Her voice is very soft but firm: “Dad, I’m not young anymore. My sister has someone she likes, let me go.”

Ban Ruo is so anxious she bursts into tears: “Ban Ban, you don’t even know what kind of person Wen Tingan is!”

“I know.” Ban Ban lowers her head and twists her fingers. “He’s fickle, but he’s from the Wen family, and he can help the family. Dad, let me go.”

Their first meeting was at a restaurant in the north. Ban Ban was dressed like a little porcelain doll, pale and delicate, sitting quietly and softly at the table.

Wen Tingan glanced at her — round face, almond eyes, like a little milk cat that still hadn’t grown up.

When a friend asked, “You met your bride? How is she?” he replied, “Feels like I adopted a daughter.”