Xu Weiran never expected that she’d somehow end up drawing herself a husband just by going out to paint.
Her model became her husband, and she went from single to married.
A nasty scheme by a scumbag man and woman unexpectedly brought about a marriage.
Still, there was one thing Xu Weiran couldn’t understand.
“Mr. Mo.” Frowning at the man holding her, she asked in confusion, “Wasn’t ours a contract marriage? Isn’t this going a little too far?”
“A contract?” The man smiled and raised an eyebrow, pinching her cheek. “How come I’ve never heard of that?”
Before Xu Weiran could say anything, he added, “That lifelong contract was just something sweet I said to you back then.”
Xu Weiran: ???
She thought she’d just uncovered a secret.
