Three Million, and She Became His Canary

A three-year contract, a monthly salary of fifty thousand, and a house thrown in.

All she has to do is pretend to be his girlfriend.

The one rule:

Don’t ask about his fiancée, don’t make their relationship public, and above all, don’t fall in love with him.

Then she sees the words “fiancée” and asks, trembling:

“You have a fiancée?”

The man gazes at her, his expression unreadable.

“I do. She went missing. You look like her.”

So she was never his girlfriend, only a substitute.

The contract says she mustn’t fall in love with him,

but later, he pins her against the wall, eyes red, and says:

“Wen Yining, don’t leave. I won’t let you fall in love with anyone else!”