The Female CEO Said with a Dark Face, "That's My Husband."

Before me lay an A4 sheet of paper. The words on it were in the sharpest, coldest Song typeface. Each word was like a knife chilled to ice, attempting to pierce my pupils and penetrate my soul. "Marriage Agreement." These four words were bolded and enlarged, as if a giant mockery. I, Chen Beixuan, a wandering artist with nothing but paintbrushes and an unyielding spirit, was about to "marry" into a wealthy family. "Sign it." The voice came from across from me, cold as moonlight, yet devoid of any warmth. I looked up at the owner of the voice—Liu Ruyan. Today she was wearing a...