A Sweet New Marriage: Mistakenly Wed to a Billionaire Husband

After an accident, I was forced to sign a paper marriage agreement in which we each got what we wanted.

The second time we met, Ling Mofan tossed down a bank card and an agreement, speaking in a cool, detached voice: “Sign your name. Bring your ID documents tomorrow, and go to the civil affairs bureau at three in the afternoon!”

The third time we met was outside the civil affairs bureau. Ling Mofan held out his hand, cold as ice, and said in a strictly businesslike tone: “Miss Ye, it's a pleasure doing business with you!”