She married a stranger for two hundred yuan.
Shen Qingqiu thought it was the most absurd day of her life. Then that man showed up at the door of her shared apartment, suitcase in hand.
“What a coincidence,” he said.
The aloof, abstinent CEO became her roommate. He cooked for her, helped her put the mean girls in their place, and went to work meetings in her stead when she was sick, leaving everyone who looked down on her stunned.
He said theirs was a contract marriage and they would go their separate ways after three months.
But the way he looked at her seemed less and less like an act.
When the mystery of her family background was finally unraveled, she learned the truth: this whirlwind marriage was fate’s long-overdue compensation, twenty years in the making.
“Shen Qingqiu, can we stop being contract spouses? Let’s make it real, for a lifetime.”
