Su Wanxing was short of 300,000 yuan to save his mother's life.
Lu Tingyuan lacks a "tool wife" to deal with his elders.
The contract was clearly signed: no interference, no crossing of boundaries, no exposure.
On their wedding night, he made a bed on the floor of her 60-square-meter old house and left her the only quilt.
The next morning, her favorite xiaolongbao was placed on the table, with a note saying "Wear one more piece."
Su Wanxing told himself: It's just a transaction, don't take it seriously.
But this man——
I put the quilt on her at three o'clock in the morning, thinking that she was asleep.
Turn her casual remark, "Strawberries are so expensive," into a strawberry field.
Her dream studio was secretly decorated, and her name was written on the title deed.
Su Wanxing finally couldn't bear it anymore.
She blocked him in the corridor, raised her head and asked, "Lu Tingyuan, what on earth are you pretending to do?"
He looked down at her, his Adam's apple rolling: "Why are you pretending?"
"Then you take the move."
"... What trick?"
"Chasing your moves."
Lu Tingyuan was silent for three seconds, then pushed her into his arms and said in a hoarse voice:
"No need to chase. I can't catch you long ago."
