I am a well-known "human lightning rod" in the financial circle, specializing in helping my father, a financial investor, to avoid risks.
Fu Beichen is my biggest customer and the coldest and domineering president in the city.
He handed me a prenuptial agreement: "Ms. Shen, I need a marriage with zero risk."
I took out my calculator and listed feelings as "uncontrollable variables" to eliminate.
He pressed my hand: "Keep this one, I want to try it."
After we got married, we made a three-part agreement: not to interfere with each other, not to be sincere, and to be able to terminate at any time.
Until that day when I worked overtime until three in the morning and came home to see him with red eyes and a bowl of hangover soup in his hand.
I said: "Mr. Fu, you broke the contract."
He pushed me against the entrance hall: "I am the one to pay liquidated damages. Do you want it?"
