I, Lin Xiaoxiao, signed a contract marriage.
The other party, Lu Jinyan, is an icy business tycoon. He had just one requirement: play the part of his gentle, quiet wife.
I played my role diligently, trying every day to become a plain, unobtrusive backdrop.
Until one day, a video popped up on his phone
Beneath the neon lights of a bar, I was standing on a bar stool, raising my glass and cheering, “Bring me eight!”
The air fell silent.
Across the dinner table, my “cold and serious” husband put down his knife and fork and looked up at me, dressed in loungewear and sipping my soup.
“Darling,” he said calmly, “what do you mean by ‘bring me eight’?”
My fingers trembled.
Later, I was reviewing my behavior in the middle of the night, trying to work out whether my persona had fallen apart, when I heard muffled sobbing from under the covers.
I shot upright in fright. “There’s a third person in the room!”
He slowly poked his head out from under the covers, eyes red-rimmed. “…You called someone else’s name in your sleep.”
And later still
My secret identity was completely exposed, and his search history came to light.
The whole internet was abuzz: #HasMrLuMadeUpWithHisWifeToday#
Meanwhile, the original contract had long since been locked away in a drawer, replaced by a handwritten note:
“Term: This lifetime. Conditions: Love you, trust you, and protect everything that’s yours, including those ‘eight.’”
