I Clung to Him After Our Marriage of Convenience

My mom said that if I wasn’t married by the time I turned thirty, she’d disown me.

I checked my bank balance, then looked at what was left on the dating market and decided: I’d find a stranger and marry him by contract. We’d appease our families and get what we needed, then divorce a year later, no strings attached.

His name was Lu Heng, an ordinary office worker who wore black-rimmed glasses and Uniqlo, and earned eight thousand a month.

I thought we were comrades from the same social class.

Then one day after our wedding, I saw his face on the cover of a financial magazine. The headline read: The Youngest Business Empire Tycoon: Lu Heng.

I rushed home with the magazine. “You lied to me?”

He took off his glasses and unhurriedly unfastened his cufflinks. “You lied to me too.”

“What did I lie to you about?”

“Clause Three of the agreement: neither of us is allowed to fall in love.” He looked up at me. “You fell for me.”

My heart skipped a beat. “…How do you know?”

“Because I fell for you a long time ago,” he said. “Ever since the day you handed me that agreement.”

[Fake marriage + secret identity revealed for real + mutual pining + married first, fell in love later]

A domineering CEO who plays dumb × a sharp-tongued but soft-hearted office worker

The day our agreement expired, I tore up the divorce papers.