The day Jiang Miyue married Fu Chenzhou, the whole city knew that this was a top-notch marriage.
She is the most perfect work of the old aristocracy, and he is the sharpest blade of the new wealth.
They signed an agreement and agreed to be a "perfect couple"——
Love in front of others, strangers behind others, do not interfere with each other, and part ways when the time comes.
He was calm and self-possessed, and even the hug seemed to have been carefully measured.
She is gentle and distant, and even her smile seems to have a calculated arc.
Until a banquet, he grabbed her waist and kissed her deeply in public, his eyes darkened: "Mrs. Fu, I don't like the way you looked at him just now."
She traced his Adam's apple with her fingertips and exhaled like a orchid:
"Mr. Fu, the third clause of the agreement is not to interfere with each other's private lives."
Later, the financial empire he built with his own hands was shaken by her words.
But she signed the divorce agreement and took off her wedding ring: "The game is over, you win everything."
Fu Chenzhou lost his grace for the first time and cornered her in the corner of the gallery, his voice hoarse: "Jiang Miyue, the only thing I lost was that after meeting you, all my advances and retreats were well-founded."
——We put our truest hearts on the line in a false marriage.
