A medical accident and a contract agreement.
Jiang Qingwu is forced into an arrangement with a powerful, wealthy big shot.
They agreed to team up to take down scum, but every time, she is the one the man finds new ways to “torment.”
After the Nth time he has tossed her around until her back is about to break, she clutches her stomach and pounds the bed in protest. “CEO, didn’t we agree this was a contractual marriage, with no love, no fun?”
“It is a contractual marriage. I help you take down the scumbags, and you let me take you down. We work together, and we both have a good ‘time,’ don’t we?”
“That’s not what we agreed to!” the woman protests loudly, only for the wickedly charming CEO to pin her beneath him and swallow the rest of her words.
What kind of agreement was that, anyway? It was nothing but a...
