The lawyer pushed the last agreement in front of me, and the sound of scraping paper was particularly clear in the excessively quiet penthouse. I took a deep breath and looked at the man on the sofa opposite me - Lu Jingchen, my business rival, who was about to become my contractual husband at this moment.
He was in a suit and leather shoes, even his cufflinks were meticulously fastened, and his features were as cold as the distant mountains in winter. Just last week we were fighting to the death in a bidding war.
"Ms. Lin," he said, his voice not warm, "read the terms clearly. After marriage, we will not interfere in each other's private lives, we will not live in the same house, and we will cooperate with each other to deal with the family when necessary. After three years, the relationship will be automatically terminated."
"Of course." I picked up the pen and tried to make my signature look neat and neat, as if what I was signing was not a marriage contract, but another business contract.
However, the first night I moved in, I noticed something was wrong.
