Su Wanwan, who runs a fortune-telling stall under the overpass, never dreamed that one day she would be carried into a top-notch mansion by the most noble man in the capital - Gu Jingshen, the president of the Gu Group.
There was no other reason for this. Mr. Gu, who was so handsome that people and gods were angry at him, but his decline was earth-shattering, lacked her in his life.
From then on, Su Wanwan was forced to start a social life of "part-time magic stick, full-time CEO pendant".
At work, she has to plan for good times and ensure that the tens of billions of contracts signed by the president will not go to waste.
After get off work, she wants to purify the rotten peach blossom magnetic field around the CEO to prevent him from being sucked away by Yingying Yanyan.
Even the temperature of the water for the CEO's bath must be calculated, for fear that he might slip and fall, affecting the group's stock price.
Su Wanwan: "Mr. Gu, I'm just a fortune teller, not your human amulet!"
Gu Jingshen signed a check slowly and pushed it in front of her: "Eight-digit annual salary, five insurances and one fund, double salary at the end of the year, and family benefits."
Su Wanwan looked at the string of zeros on the check and said righteously: "Mr. Gu, not only do you lack me in your life, you also lack a caring little cotton-padded jacket who can serve you tea and water, beat your legs and shoulders, and warm your bed and fold your quilt! Do you think I'm suitable?"
She thought it was a deal where everyone gets what they want, but unexpectedly, the Bingshan CEO looked at her more and more strangely.
Until one day, Gu Jingshen blocked her in a corner and said in a low and hoarse voice: "Master Su, please calculate for me, when is the best time for us to get married?"
Su Wanwan: "..."
Help! I just want to make money, not the CEO!
