I’m Jiang Qi, known in the industry as the “Queen of Mergers and Acquisitions.” My life motto is, “As long as the money’s right, anything can be torn down and rebuilt.” Mo Yishen is my sworn enemy, a polished scoundrel who smiles with a knife in his hand and loves to steal deals from me at bidding sessions. We’ve been at each other’s throats since our university debate days, and our business negotiations are as intense as Star Wars.
Then one day, our grandfathers summoned us and dropped a bombshell: a marriage alliance to bring our companies together.
Me: ? (Grandpa, have you been secretly reading romance novels?)
Mo Yishen: (adjusts his gold-rimmed glasses, smiling like a fox)
For a merger worth hundreds of billions, and to crush the overseas capital eyeing us hungrily, we hit it off and got our marriage certificates.
Clause one of our prenup: We won’t interfere in each other’s private lives, and we’ll act like a loving couple in public.
Married life, in a nutshell:
I work on proposals late into the night. He quietly heats up some milk and leaves it on my desk with a note: “Your hair matters more than profits.”
When a business partner gives me a hard time, he appears on the scene and shuts them up in a few words. Then he turns to me with a little smile. “You’re my CEO. I’m the only one allowed to bully you.”
In front of the media, he’s utterly flawless, tossing out sweet nothings at the drop of a hat. His gaze is so smoldering that I start to wonder if he secretly took acting classes.
At first, I thought it was all part of his “professional dedication.”
Until one celebration dinner, when a business partner tried to get me drunk. Mo Yishen snatched away their glass and pulled me into his arms, his gaze icy enough to freeze someone to death. “Mr. Zhou, my wife can’t hold her liquor. I’ll drink for her.”
That night, he was completely drunk, leaning against my shoulder, his voice low and hoarse. “Jiang Qi,”
