Jiang Li doesn’t care for daydreaming, but she loves money. Whenever a group of people gathers in the break room to fantasize about “life after marrying a domineering CEO,” she’s always the most enthusiastic one.
She gets carried away acting like a tragic heroine from a melodrama, clasping her hands together. “I pray to spend my whole life eating nothing but vegetables. I’m willing to pay any price, even if it means going from a C cup to an A cup.”
When her dream comes true, she instinctively reaches out to check.
Thank goodness, thank goodness. She’s still a C.
When Jiang Li signs the prenuptial agreement, she isn’t thinking about love. Lu Wangyan never imagined that one day he would fall in love with his wife in name only.
Love is like drinking poison to quench your thirst, seeping into the lungs and sinking into the bones.
