After Jiang Wan was thrown out, everyone laughed at her fall from grace. They had no idea that the designs she tossed into the trash were enough to send shock waves through the international design world.
Shen Yan had a secret.
His study held the complete collection of original designs by “J.,” the legendary name in jewelry design, locked away. In his safe, he kept a sketch of a girl he had caught a fleeting glimpse of on a Paris street ten years ago.
Then one night, he saw Jiang Wan carving jade under the moonlight. The red mole on her collarbone matched the girl in the sketch, and he finally realized:
The design master the entire internet was begging to return was none other than his own contract wife!
The keyboard was ready. How long he had to kneel was entirely up to his wife!
One day, the trending topic exploded: #ShenGroupCEOLikesDesignByMasterJ.AtMidnight#
Jiang Wan shoved her phone in front of him. “Explain?”
Shen Yan loosened his tie and trapped her against the design table. “More than the designs, I’d rather unlock the designer.”
She raked lines across his back. “Mr. Shen, your image is falling apart.”
