He transmigrated into a funeral hall, and things went straight to hell.
Li Xi bound himself to a System, took on a debt of thirty billion, and had only five years left.
His only bargaining chips: a marriage agreement, a hundred million in betrothal gifts, and a cold-hearted benefactor.
Shen Jingyan, heir to the Shen family, kept everyone at arm’s length.
Li Xi put on an act and played “At the Moment of Awakening,” earning a three-year wager agreement.
He thought they were simply getting what they wanted, and that once the deal was done, they would never cross paths again.
He had no idea that his benefactor would
“happen” to organize an entire box of industry materials, “happen” to attend every competition,
save a fifteen-second video of him,
and, after typing “Don’t lose,” delete and rewrite it before finally sending only “Mm.”
Li Xi: President Shen, could it be that you...
Shen Jingyan: I’m assessing the investment risk.
Li Xi: Oh.
Later, on the night Li Xi won the championship, Shen Jingyan’s “alt account” liked his post, then immediately took it back.
Li Xi saved a screenshot and didn’t reply.
It turned out there had only ever been one person who was truly caught up in the act.
And the other, somewhere along the way, forgot he was only pretending.
