[Sunny, Cheerful Painter and Cold, Sharp-Tongued CEO Lu]
[A Brain-Off Sweet Romance, Don't Take It Too Seriously]
To pay off a mountain of debt, I “sold” myself to Lu Chen, Jiangcheng's richest man.
One contract, three years of marriage. He paid, and I played the part of a well-behaved ornament.
Clause one: No feelings, no sharing a bed, and no crossing the line.
I played my part to perfection. When he came home, I greeted him with a sweet smile; when he left, I did whatever I wanted. My gallery business was thriving, I lived in a mansion, and I could even dodge my relatives' matchmaking attempts.
I thought it was a deal with nothing to lose, until my first love, who had broken up with me years ago and moved to Paris, suddenly came back with my best friend.
When we met again at a restaurant, his gaze was as gentle as ever. “Zhiwei, it's been a long time.”
A chill ran down my back, because beside me stood Lu Chen, my contract husband, whom I'd just finished “checking up on.”
Even worse, that night he pinned me in the shadows of the parking garage, his usually cold voice edged with anger. “Xu Zhiwei, is this why you want a divorce?”
I panicked and raised my hand to swear. “Honey, believe me. It's long over between us!”
*
Everyone thought this was just a transaction, until he tore up the contract, his eyes dark and intense. “Mrs. Lu, we'll settle our score slowly, for the rest of our lives.”
