“The shrewdest investment in the history of Star Capital: using a marriage contract to buy the rest of his life.”
Financial queen Jiang Linyue had never missed the mark, until a remark at a board meeting, “An unmarried woman can’t handle a long-term project,” pushed her over the edge. When she accidentally soaked a man’s sketches with coffee, she had no idea he was Shen Moyun, an illustrator who had secretly loved her for seven years.
“A two-year marriage. We stay out of each other’s business, and I’ll help you open a studio.” She handed him the contract.
“Add one more clause,” he said, pausing his pen. “Come home for dinner every day.”
He remembered she was allergic to diamonds and had saved the sketches he made for her over seven years. She rented out an amusement park to celebrate his birthday, yet her heart raced when they shared an umbrella in the rain. When her ex-boyfriend launched a hostile takeover of her company, and an injury to his right hand threatened to end his artistic career, the contract had long since been soaked in moonlight, revealing the handwritten confession beneath: “Even the moonlight in an endless night can embrace the sunflower that follows the sun.”
