Lin Zhaozhao rushed into the rainstorm clutching the frozen equity book, and the black Maybach rolled over the water and stopped in front of her. In the car window, Lu Xiaoran was biting an unburned cigarette, and the scar under his tactical watch gleamed coldly: Three hundred million in exchange for two years of marriage, do you dare to gamble? Rumor has it that the crazy CEO who returned from the battlefield was smiling as he cut open the flesh and blood of his business empire and fed it to her mouth.
Before the ink on the contract was dry, Lu Xiaoran had torn apart all the boundaries. At the banquet, he held the back of her neck and kissed her deeply, holding a tactical knife against the provocateur's throat to declare his sovereignty, until the pregnancy test sheet tore up the fake marriage - he pressed the report on the heartbeat with red eyes: I have been waiting for this day for 3,600 days for the bottle of ice soda on the wall of the military academy ten years ago.
When a shocking scandal broke out about the cross-border merger and acquisition, Lu Xiaoran held her hand and pressed the end button. The scar at the end of her eye was immersed in the warm light: Now it's my turn to protect you. On the top floor of the Lin Group, the pregnancy test form and the yellowed military school photo were locked into the safe side by side. Underneath were two contracts of the same date: In the agreement he drew up, the property division column had been filled in and belonged to Lin Zhaozhao as early as the day they first met.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
