Song Qinghe asked me if I wanted to marry him.
A one-year marriage contract, one million in compensation, and daily expenses covered separately.
I happily agreed.
But one year turned into another, and even after ten years, he still never mentioned divorce.
Just when I thought he had fallen in love with me,
he left me seventy million and passed away.
I was relieved.
At last, I could live my ideal life: rich, with no husband and no children!
Later, I received one of Song Qinghe's belongings, an AI robotic dog.
As a prank, I called it Song Qinghe.
It said, "Shen Zhiwei, I'm sorry that I love you."
