The whole company is betting on how long Shen Tinglan and Jiang Sui’s contract marriage will last.
The administrative department has bet on three months, while the marketing department is more optimistic, betting on six. The finance department is the most ruthless: they’ve opened a betting pool with ten-to-one odds, wagering the couple won’t last a month.
After all, Shen Tinglan is famous for keeping women at arm’s length: cold-faced, taciturn, and striding around like he owns the place, with “Keep Away” written all over him. Word is, his former secretary cried in front of him three times, for three different reasons: the coffee was too hot, the coffee was too cold, and he looked at her.
And Jiang Sui is simply the “contract wife” forced on him by the Shen family’s old master. Officially, she’s the CEO’s wife; in practice, her job at the company is Shen Tinglan’s administrative assistant.
A P1-level administrative assistant. Monthly salary: 6,000.
Everyone is waiting to see her make a fool of herself.
Until one night, a young employee working overtime returns to the office to pick something up and pushes open the door to find
Their usually cold-faced, hell-king-like CEO, Shen, crouched on the floor, carefully tying Jiang Sui’s shoelaces.
And Miss Jiang is leaning back in her chair with her legs crossed, eating strawberries and complaining, “Too tight. Do it again.”
Shen Tinglan looks up at her, expressionless, but he’s already obediently undone the laces and started over.
The young employee quietly closes the door, takes out her phone, and frantically ups her bet.
She’s betting on forever.
