In order to collect surgery fees for her seriously ill father, Su Wan had no choice but to agree to a "contract" from a mysterious man: pretending to be his girlfriend for a year to cope with the family's forced marriage, the reward was enough to pay off the debt. She came to the designated room anxiously. The door opened, and Ling Mohan appeared at the door wearing a black velvet nightgown with a strong aura. He looked at the girl in front of him with cold eyes, wearing a washed white dress but with a straight spine. "Are you Su Wan?" There was no warmth in his voice. "Come in. Remember your identity, and within one year, play the role of my fiancée, and stay safe. Don't have any undue thoughts. When the contract expires, take the money and leave." Su Wan was stung by the contempt in his eyes and clenched her fists: "Don't worry, Mr. Ling, I have no interest in you or your money. I just need to fulfill the contract." Her objection made Ling Mohan narrow his eyes slightly. No woman had ever dared to speak to him in this tone.
