From Contract Marriage to Love, I Make My Way to the Top

As the last light in the biology lab glowed, Gu Qingqian pushed a prenuptial agreement in front of Qin Muhuai. Her mathematical model predicted that this marriage would last no more than three hundred days.

“Don’t forget, this marriage certificate is just a tool for dealing with the board.” The man ground the certificate beneath his foot, the cold gleam of his mother’s jade bangle showing at his suit cuff.

Who could have guessed that one drunken night would lead them to break the “no physical contact” clause? Footage of him with an arm around her waist at a bidding banquet became the sharpest weapon in business.

On the surface, she was a tool for a marriage alliance; behind the scenes, she had been laying her plans for ten years. He thought her doting-wife act was a trap, but when he came across her award certificate from the slums, he tore the word “contract” to shreds.

It turned out the supposed first love was a fake. The little beggar who had saved him all those years ago had returned to his world, armed with mathematical formulas and a plan for revenge.