My protocol husband is the most ruthless hunter in the tech world. We signed a three-year marriage contract and agreed not to interfere with each other and only act affectionately when necessary.
He didn't know that I was the founder of the AI company in his business report that must be acquired or destroyed.
I also didn't know that he was actually my only anonymous confidant "Z" on the secret technology forum who I could talk to all night long and resonate with my soul for two years.
When his capital sword pointed at my hard work, when my technical ideals collided with his iron business laws - we had a cold confrontation at the negotiation table, but complained to each other about pressure and confusion in late-night forums.
Until that day, he retrieved my most core algorithm patent, and I recognized the traces of thinking that uniquely belong to "Z" on that document.
The mask shattered.
This marriage began with calculations, became a partnership trapped in confrontation, and ended with a dual bond online and offline. When all the pretense is peeled off, we are forced to face a question: If the most perfect soul mate happens to be the most unbeatable opponent in reality, how will this game end?
"Either become my partner, or watch me destroy everything you hold dear." He handed over the new agreement with complicated eyes.
I took the pen and wrote down my name: "Then I will beat you within the rules of your game."
This is a love that begins with a contract, and a game that ends with sincerity. See how two smart people wearing masks play the purest two-way game from an impure starting point.
