Cold Marriage CEO: Madam, She Has so Many Vests

Li Jingchen tapped the paper with his fingertips and said in a cold voice: "The content of the agreement is very simple. You will be Mrs. Li within three years, but don't try to cross the line." He raised his eyes, his dark eyes like a bottomless cold pool, "After all, a vase should have the consciousness of a vase." Qiao Xing's throat tightened as she looked at the four gilded characters "Marriage by Agreement". The moment she signed her name, thunder exploded outside the window, as if heralding the beginning of this transactional marriage. Li Jingchen put away the contract and said when he turned around: "The wedding will be held in a week. Please contact my secretary for details." It wasn't until the black figure disappeared at the elevator entrance that Qiao Xing realized that her palms were covered in cold sweat. She looked at the rain outside the window and told herself silently in her heart: As long as she could save her mother, she could survive the past three years, no matter how cold the marriage was.