"Sign it, you take revenge, and I'll take care of the family." Lu Shenzhou pushed the prenuptial agreement in front of her.
Qingwan looked at the harsh terms and chuckled: "Mr. Lu, happy cooperation."
Later at the auction, the scumbag begged her to show her favor.
My best friend cried in jail and said, "I knew I shouldn't have messed with you."
And in the study room late at night, Lu Shenzhou pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window, kissed the mole on the side of her neck and asked in a hoarse voice: "The agreement has expired, Mrs. Lu, do you want to renew?"
She shook the red wine in her hand: "It depends on Mr. Lu... Whether he can afford the price."
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Introduction
When the carefully constructed fortress of love and friendship was blown to pieces from the inside by the two closest people in one night, all that was left in Su Qingwan's world was cold ashes and the humiliation of leaving home. Survival from desperate situation? No, more like a deal with the devil. A "fake marriage" agreement from business legend Lu Shenzhou was handed to her with a clearly marked price, and everyone got what they wanted.
He turned his marriage into a chessboard, played his cards calmly, and regarded her as the most suitable shield and partner. She regards this absurd combination as the only stage for her Jedi counterattack, sharpens her claws, hides her scars, and vows to make the betrayer pay with blood.
The flames of revenge are burning brightly, and the former ants turn into deadly threats. Power changed hands at the auction, and she cried and regretted behind bars. Qingwan took back everything that belonged to her step by step. However, when she was finally able to stand on the ruins and smile with relief, she suddenly realized that the unpredictable and seemingly aloof "contract husband" had long since moved away from the chessboard and was firmly focused on the chessboard.
