“Miss Su, sign this contract and your debts become mine. You... become mine.”
Reincarnated into a novel as a doomed side character saddled with five million yuan in gambling debts, Su Tang stares at the cold-faced man in a sharp suit, her pen trembling. “Mr. Lu, the terms say ‘no physical contact’... Does handing you chopsticks count?”
Only later does she discover that the legendary business tycoon who can “turn a stone into gold” is, in private, a helpless fool who doesn't even know how to turn on a washing machine.
And Su Tang, who just wants to lie flat, is forced to take up the daily task of looking after her domineering CEO:
▸ Teaching him to fry eggs: “The salt shaker is round! The sugar jar is square!” (He ends up blowing up the kitchen.)
▸ Taking him on the bus: “Mr. Lu, hold on to the handrail. Don't grab the straps like you're signing a contract!”
▸ During her livestream to pay off her debts, the top donor with the ID “Sugar Jar Manager” showers her with rocket gifts. She clicks on his profile. Verified: CEO of the Lu Group.
Lu Chen is quite puzzled lately.
He thought this was just a contract marriage where each side got what they wanted. But when Su Tang holds up the ledger and says, “Once I've paid back another three million, I'm free,” he has the finance department falsify the books overnight.
When the woman he once loved gives Su Tang a hard time, he kisses her fingertips in front of everyone. “No one here deserves to taste my wife's rum raisin ice cream.”
It isn't until the first snowy night, when he loses control and kisses the cream at the corner of her lips, that he realizes...
That little piece of candy melted into his blood long ago.
“The contract is void.” He tosses the document into the shredder and presses his forehead to hers, breathing hard. “Su Tang, you'll spend the rest of your life paying off this debt.”
Her answer is...
She rises onto her toes and slips a jar of homemade strawberry candy into his suit pocket.
“Mr. Lu, when the candy jar's empty, come back to me for a refill.”
