It Starts with Trading and Ends with Falling in Love

A "companionship contract" worth millions binds financial tycoon Shen Chenjun to Luo Xi, a girl from normal university. "Expect nothing but material things," he said. She signed her name and put the price on her dignity and time: "Except what is stipulated in the contract, I will not ask for anything." During the day, she is a silent intern in the company; at night, she is a boundary-abiding companion in the penthouse. He was in control of everything, but he began to see his own vulnerability that he had never shown in the silhouette in her sketchbook. She was counting the expiration date of the contract, but when he shielded her from the evil of the world, she heard the sound of her heartbeat betraying her reason. When the contract ended, she took away a pot of jasmine and scars all over her body, and rebuilt her own starry sky on the ruins. He guarded an empty apartment and a dusty piano, and learned the most difficult lesson for a person: waiting. When we met again, she was the independent founder of the cultural project in hand, and he was the partner who needed her nod. Identity reversal, power reconstruction. He said: "Luoxi, I have learned to respect you. Are you willing to give me a chance to pursue it? It's not a contract, it's a request." This is a love that started with the wrong mistakes. They glimpsed the true heart in the cold transaction, grew up in the pain of tearing, and finally planted a seed called "possibility" in the wasteland of equality. If love must experience a false start, Do you still have the courage to accompany me and turn my mistakes into stars?