On the first day after Su Qingyuan returned to China, she turned a strange man into her "husband" at the airport.
As a talented designer who has swept across the world, she has always been precise and ruthless, but this time she made an impulse - in order to get rid of the pestering spirit, she hugged the man with a cold aura and said casually: "Introduce me, sir."
It was originally a temporary measure, but unexpectedly the man took the initiative and said, "Just in time, I need a wife to take care of the family. How about one year?"
Shen Zhiyan, an invisible boss in the capital circle of Nancheng, is so low-key that no one knows his appearance, but he can determine the life or death of an industry with just one sentence. He has signed countless tens of billions of contracts, but this "marriage contract" was signed in the most sloppy way - no investigation, no hesitation, just because the cunningness in her eyes was like a sudden light in the dark night.
So, the two started living together with a red book:
She was busy saving the family's unfinished project, and he calmly cleared the obstacles for her at the negotiation table;
He dealt with difficult family gatherings, and she wore a high-end dress to accompany him through one loving scene after another.
They made an agreement to draw clear boundaries, but they shared a lamp while working overtime late at night, defended themselves against open and secret attacks back to back at a business reception, and saw the seriousness beyond the contract in each other's eyes.
When "acting" becomes a habit, when temptation hides the sincerity, who breaks the precept first?
Shen Zhiyan held the person in his arms and said in a low voice: "Su Qingyuan, the contract has expired. Consider changing the 'fake marriage' to a 'lifelong contract'?"
Su Qingyuan raised her eyebrows and ran her fingertips across his tie: "Mr. Shen, you broke the contract first.
