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hallelujahmeatgod · 1 month ago

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A Rich Couple who are Petty Together, Stay Together

Inspired by: Arranged Marriage, but make it Deadpan Overachievers

Word Count: 3.6k

POV: Almost a year since Y/N and Sylus got entangled in the infamous “marriage of the century”—a deal practically planned, signed, sealed, and delivered by their parents, Arranged? Absolutely. Romantic? Questionable. Chaotic? Yes... and no. Debatable.

But thanks to their mutual habit of drowning in paperwork, being overly workaholic, and emotionally unavailable (in the most impressively functional way possible), they just nodded along—far too busy to even blink at their parents’ grand scheme. And somehow, against all odds, they vibed. Weirdly well at that.

Well enough for a few, dare I say, butterflies to flutter in... and for them to unleash some seriously unhinged "Petty Energy" together.

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Stumbling, borderline face-planting, and straight-up sprinting for her life in six-inch heels and a suffocating ankle-length dress was not what Y/N had penciled in for a typical Tuesday.

Being the second eldest, but eldest daughter of a high-profile business family meant expectations that built her like a battle tank. Before she could even legally order a cocktail, she was already part of board meetings which consisted of….. fossil-like people. And she's been getting dragged into negotiations like she was the contract. In all her years of existence, she would’ve gladly chosen death by paperwork avalanche over her current situation.

Y/N barreled down the venue hallway like the world was ending—honestly, for her pride, it was. The body-hugging dress was fighting her every step, and her six-inch heels? Straight-up sending her baby toe to early retirement.

She hated being late. It violated her entire soul. But today said: “screw your agenda” and did the absolute most!

The staff tried to greet her as she ran past them like she was in Temple Run. She nodded, half-waved, possibly saluted—no one’s sure—and let them lead her toward the function room like she wasn’t seconds away from collapsing in pure social dread.

While living her Usain Bolt fantasy, her phone vibrated for the hundredth time in her hand, tempting her to yeet it across the venue. Because, sure, what better way to push someone already hanging by a thread than to blow up their phone while they’re mid-mental breakdown?

Lighting up on her screen, loud and in all caps: 30 MISSED CALL “MY CROW CO-HABITANT <3”

When she reached the doors of the function room, she just stood there. Literally like this emoji: 🧍‍♀️

She could feel all the eyes stealthily watching her like hawks, and honestly, she was this close 🤏 to folding in half and dry-heaving on the carpet. Her pride and composure were already down by a good 50% thanks to her dramatic entrance and record-breaking lateness, so she figured she'd try not to tank the remaining half by passing out right there.

She caught up to her breath, smoothed out her dress as much as she could, and lightly wiggled her feet around, which confirmed that her feet had indeed transcended into the afterlife.

When she pushed the big doors of the function hall, it almost triggered an astigmatism in her. Flashy, is all she could think of. It smells flashy, it looks flashy, the music is flashy, energy radiates nothing but FLASHY. This made her immediately internally wince, because she just knew this is gonna be a few hours of fake smiling, acting like you care, and just people trying to prove who's richer.

Just as her train of thought was about to run wild, it was abruptly interrupted courtesy of the guy who's been blasting her phone with calls. Her husband. Sylus.

In his usual all-black get-up, hair brushed back with a few strands dangling from his face, jewels adorning his body here and there….. Y/N suddenly wasn’t sure which one was the accessory—and which one was the jewel.

Posted up by the entrance like a final boss, sipping from a glass of champagne, unbothered. Calm. Stoic. But the second his eyes locked on Y/N, his demeanor changed completely. A smug little smirk tugged at his lips, and just like that, he started striding toward her.

“My wifeeeee~” Sylus cooed, all sweet. Had Y/N been someone else, she might’ve swooned and thought, “Aww, look at him being all cute with his wife.” BUT NOPE! She sees through the bullshit. To the rest of the world, he’s a complete sweetheart. To Her? All she could see was trouble.

“About time you showed up, huh?” he grinned as he reached her, smirk dialed up to max. Y/N rolled her eyes, already bracing for the endless teasing she was definitely about to endure over this one mishap.

He towered over her, stepping in just close enough to be annoying. “And you couldn’t pick up your damn phone, wife? What’s the point of having one, then?” he teased, that infuriatingly punchable smile never leaving his face.

“Shut up,” she muttered, barely holding herself together.

Sylus chuckled, fully aware she was one breath away from wheezing into the floor—her forehead still glistening with the remnants of her great sprint. Without saying a word, he extended his champagne glass toward her like an offering from a smug little devil.

She stared at him like he’d just offered her poison. “...Are you serious?”

“What? It's better than nothing,” he shrugged. “Apparently, rich people think hydration is beneath them. Champagne or thirst, I guess. I told Luke and Kieran to grab some water for you. Figured you’d need it after sprinting across the damn city to get here. Look at me—top-tier husband behavior. Still thinking of you even when you don't answer my phone calls.”

“Top-tier husband, my foot! Say that to me once you've gone grocery shopping, because it's not like I've been nagging you to do it for a whole week now. The pantry was emptier than my will to deal with your nonsense this morning,” she snapped, snatching the champagne glass and downing it like it was the only thing standing between her and a felony.

Sylus, being Sylus, just let her rant. Honestly, half the time he pokes at her, it’s just to see her get all fired up—the furrowed brows, the scrunched-up nose, that dramatic pout, the dagger eyes... it was all way too adorable for his own good. It's like a cheat meal, he lets himself indulge in now and then. He doesn’t mean to be a menace, but in his book, taking a kick to the shin or catching a frying pan to the head is a small price to pay for those reactions he secretly lives for.

“Hush now, wife. Dry those tears—I’ll treat you to something good later,” he said with that smug grin.

“I asked you to do the groceries, not—whatever that is,” she shot back, glass still in hand. “But fine. You better make sure I’m full wherever you're dragging me.”

“Anything for my darling.” He clapped his hands lightly. “Now! Put that pout away because it’s time for everyone’s favorite game: Pretending to care about a random boomer’s millions!” he chirped in mock enthusiasm. Y/N groaned, long and loud. Yeah, honestly? She’d rather be at home, starving, staring into her soulless, empty pantry.

After a few more jabs from, they finally stepped into the event. Sylus’s obnoxiously large hand settled on her lower back, and the two of them strolled in like they owned the place. Which, honestly, they kind of did.

They exchanged a quick look, smirking in sync. Oh yeah—they could feel it. The glares. The not-so-subtle whispers. The silent, seething hatred. Especially from the older crowd who were not thrilled to see the notorious power couple waltzing around like the main characters they were.

“Wow,” Y/N muttered behind her expertly polished business smile. “Could they be any more obvious about hating our guts? If looks could kill, I swear I’d be on my twelfth reincarnation by now.”

Sylus offered a few handshakes and polite nods, then glanced at her and lightly chuckled. “They’re just bitter. Their egos can't handle getting shown up by people half their age.”

“Don’t they have anything better to do? I mean, seriously—maybe update their wills or start looking for retirement homes with decent karaoke nights?” Y/N muttered, rolling her eyes. “If I were that much of a fossil, I’d be more worried about bingo than business deals.”

Sylus let out a laugh—loud and unapologetic. Loud enough to grab the attention of even more people, as if they weren’t already stealing the spotlight from the actual event.

“Well,” he said, grinning at her, “one thing’s for sure—our future kids are never gonna fight, even when we’re old and wrinkly. And you better let me tag along. You clearly have high standards when it comes to retirement homes, wife.”

The word slipped out so casually, but it hit with full force, making Y/N’s cheeks flush with warmth she couldn’t hide—even if she tried.

“Awwww, lovebirds!” someone chirped from behind. Both Sylus and Y/N turned toward the voice, and the moment they saw who it was, their jaws instinctively clenched. Of course—it had to be them. The couple from one business family they absolutely love (translation: loathe).

Standing before them the couple beamed with pure, unfiltered... ✨️fakeness✨️. If Sylus and Y/N had mastered the art of fake smiles through years of being dragged around by their parents, these two practically wrote the damn manual for fakery. No one in the entire business circle could stomach this duo. They're the K-drama villains in real life. Power-hungry. Always dragging others down just to stay on top. A literal representation of those K-drama eommas who’d slap the poor female lead with a wad of cash and tell her to leave their precious son alone. Just insufferable.

“It’s so nice to see you here, Mr. and Mrs. L/N,” Y/N greeted first, offering one of her well-rehearsed warm smiles as she lightly shook the couple’s hands. Sylus followed right after, and, of course, the conversation wasted no time diving into the good ‘ol business talk.

“That last project was a real piece of work, Sylus. Bet you walked away with a fat check, huh?” the husband teased with a wink, giving Sylus a playful nudge.

Sylus gave a light “chuckle” in response.

“Sylus is a real trooper, that’s for sure,” Y/N thought, keeping a polite, tight-lipped smile. “If it were me, I’d have shoved that damn elbow right back. Ain't nothing funny.”

“Well, it’s definitely enough for my wife and me,” Sylus replied smoothly, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist and pulling her closer as he spoke.

“Oh, darling,” the wife gushed, “you really are a hopeless romantic, Sylus. People still talk about that stunt of yours at the last auction. Buying out the entire event just to get that jewelry for your wife? You’re every woman’s dream, my boy.”

Y/N gave her a blank stare. “Ah, yes, here we go. Time for the next wave of uncomfortable topics.”

Honestly, Y/N was convinced that if this woman were even slightly younger—scratch that, even now, married and all, she’d still throw herself at Sylus. Cougar energy all the way. She’d probably fight her daughter for him. Which, frankly, wouldn’t be surprising. This couple had been disrespectful since day one, pushing their daughter onto Sylus even after the engagement and the wedding. The nerve to do all that in Y/N's face, too!

Sylus hummed, then squeezed Y/N a little bit before answering the older woman directly. ‘I may not know if I’m every woman’s dream, ma’am—because truthfully, not many inspire that side of me. But what I do know is that Y/N does. She deserves nothing less than the finest things life has to offer.”

Sylus quite literally knocked the air out of Y/N. She swallowed the choking sound that threatened to slip out. Her knees were ready to give out like jelly. She was overheating—no doubt about it. She shot Sylus a warning look, but to her horror, he was already looking down at her, eyes wide and earnest. INSTANT RETREAT. The second their eyes met, she snapped her head down so fast, it was a miracle she didn’t sprain her neck.

The couple standing in front of them tried really hard to hide their distaste—but Sylus and Y/N weren’t new to this game. They caught it loud and clear. The missus —Mrs. Passive Aggressive—recomposed herself almost instantly, slapping on the fakest smile. Her face twitched from the strain. “Aww, c’mon. You’re such a romantic, Sylus,” she gushed, running a hand down his arm, cheeks flushed like her husband wasn’t standing right beside her.

Then she turned to Y/N and gave her that smile. The tight-lipped, soul-draining smile your least favorite aunt gives you before launching into a “greeting” that’s really just a verbal demolition of your life choices, your clothes, and your existence in general. Yeah. That smile.

“Y/N, you are one lucky girl. It must be nice to be a Qin. Being married to Sylus must be like living in a fairytale. I bet you just lounge around all day now while he takes care of everything, huh?” The woman's grin might've looked sweet, but her tone dripped with venom. Y/N bit down on her lower lip behind a tight smile, doing her absolute best not to flip out. Offended could not even start to describe what she feels as of the moment.

Beside her, Sylus had gone silent, the kind of silence that screamed danger. His eyes sharpened, jaw clenched, and he looked seconds away from ending someone’s entire bloodline. Anyone bold enough to badmouth his wife—especially in front of him—was, without question, enemy number one.

He was just about to unleash the most colorful words he’s got in his vocabulary when, by sheer luck (for the other party), someone from across the room called out to them, abruptly breaking the tension and forcing the conversation to fizzle out. What they didn’t know was that years—decades—of their precious empire had come dangerously close to crumbling... with nothing more than a snap of Sylus’ finger.

“Wanna get something sweet?” Sylus leaned in, his voice casual but just warm enough to pull her away from the dark spiral of revenge fantasies. Every imagined slap, clapback, and flying chair vanished at that moment.

Y/N didn’t even need to speak. One nod, and Sylus was already going above and beyond.

As they nibbled on their shared hoard of pastries, the twins—Luke and Kieran—wandered over like they sensed the sugar in the air.

“It was chaos outside– Oh, also! Boss-man, still affirmative,” Kieran announced randomly, casually tearing a chunk off of Y/N’s pastry like it was community property. Y/N and Luke didn’t say a word—too blissed out by the dessert to care.

“Still affirmative, what?” Sylus asked, handing out water bottles and instinctively tucking a napkin under Y/N’s chin, a habit he’d mastered since getting married.

“The building across from ours,” Kieran replied.

“Oh yeah,” Sylus blinked. “I forgot it was up for sale. Any idea why?”

Luke cleared his throat before chiming in. “Turns out the bidding for it’s now just gone apeshit. The owners knew how much of an asset their building is, so they let interested buyers go ham into naming their prices. But the thing is, it’s gone out of control, and people are just fighting over it, but still no buyers. Some buyers, even the filthy rich ones, have now stepped down cause the numbers are just going crazy.

The bidding for it is Too damn pricey. Even the filthy rich aren’t biting, too expensive for them as well. But honestly, it’s worth the tag. You’d be insane to sell cheap, mostly with that location.”

While the twins broke down the details, Sylus slipped into his thoughts, a lightbulb going off in his head. “Wife~” he called out, putting his half-eaten pastry aside.

“Nope. Demon, begone! I don’t like the sound of that tone. Whatever evil plan you’re cooking up, un-cook it. Immediately,” Y/N barked, shoving him away and shaking her head like a cartoon character refusing a cursed object.

“Awww, I promise, you'll like this one.”

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“And where have you two been?” Y/N’s dad asked, raising a brow as Sylus and Y/N rushed over to greet their families with warm hugs. Somewhere in the chaos of the event, their families had finally decided to show up—talk about dramatic, main character-level entrances.

“Oh, sweetheart, your outfit is gorgeous!” Sylus’ mom exclaimed, wrapping Y/N in a tight embrace before stepping back to admire her like she was a runway model. Y/N’s mom stood beside her, equally enchanted.

“Sylus, boy, you better not be dragging Y/N off to who-knows-where in the middle of gatherings like this. Don’t be setting a bad example now, I’m warning you,” his dad chimed in, slicing through the moment with a dad-glare. Who would’ve guessed that Sylus—the infamous, “Boss-man”—turns into just another scolded son the second his father enters the room?

Y/N, of course, lives for these moments. One of the many reasons she adores having Sylus’ parents around—especially his dad—is because it’s like sweet revenge for all the times Sylus has teased and annoyed her. Watching him try not to roll his eyes (because heaven help him if his dad catches it) while his old man turns into some underground rapper with a cypher of scoldings is honestly peak entertainment. If you ask Y/N, it’s better than front row seats to any concert.

“In the middle of the event? Seriously?” Y/N’s oldest brother chimed in, eyeing the pair with a smirk that screamed, “I know you're up to something.”

“Totally worth sneaking out for, trust me,” Y/N replied with a playful glint in her eyes as she wrapped her arms around her brother.

The group naturally broke into chatter which also means they're now the loudest in the damn event—Luke and Kieran making rounds like reporters, giving the parents detailed updates on literally everything, even the state of traffic. Meanwhile, Y/N’s younger siblings latched onto Sylus like koalas, not that he minded one bit.

Then, out of nowhere, the host’s voice boomed over the speakers, cutting through the noise like a dramatic plot twist. “Apologies for interrupting our regular programming, but we’ve just received some news worth announcing—especially in front of such a respected crowd of business professionals. The (Name of Building) has now been officially sold!”

The room fell into sudden silence. Even Sylus and Y/N’s parents—who had been working the crowd like senatorial candidates—paused mid-convo, eyes glued to the host. Curiosity filled the air, especially from the older guests, whose expressions practically screamed inner monologue overload. The calm only lasted a beat before the whispers began: “Who bought the building?”

“We’ve just received confirmation that the new owner of the building is…” He let the moment stretch, gaze sweeping the crowd until it landed on Y/N’s group. “…From the L/N family.”

Gasps. All eyes flew to Y/N’s dad—naturally assumed to be the buyer. He blinked in confusion, shaking his head as if denying a crime. Subtly, he nudged Y/N’s brother to call their accountant in case someone had stolen one of his cards and has gone on a real early spree 😭

The host cleared his throat. “Apologies, let me clarify. The building now belongs to a Qin. Specifically—Miss Y/N Qin.”

Silence. Absolute, hilarious silence. Jaws dropped. Eyes bugged. It was like a comedy sketch had come to life.

Y/N stood there, wearing the most radiant, confident smile this crowd had ever seen from her—sparkling eyes, head held high, giving just enough sass to cause a stir.

“It’s Missus, actually,” Sylus corrected smoothly, breaking the silence, smirking at his wife. “Congratulations, wife.” He clapped, soon joined by his top devotees Luke and Kieran, then the rest. Some guests stood and nodded approvingly. Others just… froze. Probably the ones who lost the bid.

As the guests began to close in—slowly, like zombies—Y/N instinctively moved toward Sylus. Of course, the “top-tier husband” was already on it, meeting her halfway and wrapping an arm around her waist like she was meant to be there.

“Need your husband’s support?” he teased softly by her ear.

She leaned in closer. “Hmm, maybe I’ll grant you that ‘top-tier husband’ title for a week.”

"Wait, so all it took was me being a little petty and encouraging you to buy an entire building you have zero plans for? You are unreal," he laughed.

She grinned back. "Well, while we figure out what to do with it, we could build a bridge connecting my brand-new building to yours. It can be Luke and Kieran’s personal playground for now. Or….if you piss me off again and skip another grocery duty, we’ll stop being cohabitants for a bit and just be neighbors."

"God, Luke and Kieran are really rubbing off on you. Your imagination is going off the rails lately. Not sure if I should be impressed or demand you guys only see each other twice a week from now on." He nuzzled her temple with a soft chuckle—just before they were completely swarmed.

Later, as the event wrapped up, both families decided to leave early—using dinner plans and Luke and Kieran's traffic report as reasons. But Y/N and Sylus knew better. They knew their parents were dying to talk about the property.

Hand in hand, Sylus guided Y/N through the crowd, waving politely. Then, mid-goodbye, he suddenly pulled her in close and kissed her cheek. Y/N blinked at him, confused.

He grinned, voice cheerfully loud. “Man, it’s great having a rich wife! I just know I’m in the best hands!”

She glanced around—of course. They’d come to a halt right in front of that awful couple from earlier.

She thought the whole “petty agenda” ended the moment she signed the final contract for the building and it got announced during the event. Apparently… not. It's still happening.

“Honey, there's actually this property I've been eyeing for a while now!” he added with exaggerated excitement.

Y/N caught on, smirked, and placed a loving hand on his cheek. “Really? A mansion? A manor? Oh—a castle? Just say the word and you shall receive, Mr. Qin.”

“Oh, I am completely at your mercy, Mrs. Qin,” he replied smoothly, before leading her out—making sure to catch the horrified expressions of their least favorite guests on their way out.

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