After We Agreed to Get Married, I Relied on Him.

My mother said that if I don't get married before the age of thirty, I will sever the relationship between mother and daughter. I counted my bank card balance, looked at the remaining inventory on the blind date market, and decided to find a stranger to agree to get married. Deal with the parents, get what they need, and get divorced a year later, clean and tidy. His name is Lu Heng, an ordinary office worker, wearing black-rimmed glasses and Uniqlo, with a monthly salary of 8,000. I thought we were comrades of the same class. Until one day after we got married, I saw his face on the cover of a financial magazine. The title reads: The youngest person at the helm of a business empire—Lu Heng. I rushed home with the magazine in hand: "Did you lie to me?" He took off his glasses and slowly unbuttoned his cufflinks: "You lied to me too." "What did I lie to you about?" "Article 3 of the agreement, don't be tempted by each other." He raised his eyes and looked at me, "You have moved." My heart skipped a beat. "... How do you know?" "Because I have already moved," he said, "from the day you handed me the agreement." [Fake marriage + real falling out of love + two-way secret love + marriage first, love later] The boss who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger × a social beast with a hard mouth and a soft heart ——On the day the agreement expired, I tore up the divorce agreement.