The sound of debt collection banging on the door penetrated the night. Wen Ruan clutched a strange text message and bet one year of his life - one million, to become Lu Shiyan's contracted wife.
She thought she was just getting what she needed: she helped the indifferent CEO deal with her critically ill grandfather and stabilize the family turmoil, while he paid off her debts and protected her sick father.
Before the marriage, Lu Shiyan's warning was bone-chilling: "Don't talk about relationships, you are just a pawn in my hand. We will be settled in a year."
But after getting married, he broke his own rules again and again:
She stayed up late to finish the manuscript, and there was always warm milk on the table; he had a stomachache and refused to let go of the millet porridge she cooked; someone slandered her as a humble person, but he protected her behind him in public, and he couldn't hide the anger in his voice.
Wen Ruan was finally moved, thinking that the deal had quietly changed.
Until late that night, she overheard his cold whisper in the study: "When I get my grandfather's will, I will divorce her. I gave up on relationships when I was fourteen."
Is tenderness fake? Is the protection against shortcomings fake? Was the blanket he put on her late at night also staged?
What frightened her even more was that the debt collector who had forced her into desperation was sent by his brother; there was an old photo of her hidden among his mother's belongings.
Is this marriage that started out of calculation a chess game in which he controls the overall situation, or is it a belated redemption that even he himself is unaware of?
