"Three years ago, she was a down-and-out daughter overwhelmed by debt, and he was an illegitimate son fighting for inheritance rights. It was a contractual marriage of 'each takes what he needs'. He hid his heartbeat, and she acted alienated until the words 'get a divorce' were like a dull knife cutting flesh.
Three years later, she returned to Shanghai with the title of 'New Consumption Magician' and planned a project to make the start-up brand's monthly sales exceed 100 million; he was firmly seated as the president of Fu, but he was jealous at her celebration banquet - 'Shen Nanqiao, we are remarried.
She lowered her eyes and adjusted her cufflinks, and her tone was as cold as ice: "Mr. Fu, I, Shen Nanqiao, even choose clients for cooperation now, let alone remarry?"
But who can tell her why this man who used to be cold to her would stop her drinking on a rainy night, crush a champagne glass when she was being harassed by green tea, and even secretly stuff the plans for Fu's new project into her desk?
Until one day, she found the old things in his personal safe - the faded wedding ring, the hair rope she left on the sofa, and a piece of yellowed paper that read: If Shen Nanqiao is willing to look back, Fu Siyan can be a slave for life...
