The Su family finds Su Qingyan, their biological daughter, who was lost for eighteen years, only to make her take her stepsister’s place and marry Lu Chenyuan, the feared “living King of Hell” of Haicheng. Rumor has it that he is violent, brings misfortune to his wives, and is unable to walk.
Everyone waits to laugh at Su Qingyan, the country girl, expecting Lu Chenyuan to reject her and the wealthy elite to crush her to pieces.
Only Su Qingyan keeps a clear head.
It is just a marriage of convenience, with each side getting what they want. She can use Lu Chenyuan’s name to escape the Su family’s exploitation and focus on her career and revenge. A man has no place in her plans.
The first clause of the contract: after the wedding, they will not interfere in each other’s private lives, and the marriage will last one year.
She signs without hesitation, never seeing the ten years of pent-up love hidden in the man’s eyes as he puts pen to paper.
No one knows that the cold, abstinent head of the Lu family has turned a substitute marriage into a scheme he has been plotting for years.
No one knows that he has carried a sketch in his pocket for years, a portrait of the girl he glimpsed ten years ago.
And no one knows that every safe step Su Qingyan takes has been paved for her in secret by him over the past decade.
All of Haicheng is betting on when Mr. Lu will divorce the country girl.
Only Lu Chenyuan’s assistant knows that every night, his boss revises the contract:
“Add a clause: Whatever concerns Mrs. Lu concerns me.”
“Add another: When the contract expires, it automatically renews for life.”
Later, Su Qingyan’s secret identities are revealed one after another:
A world-renowned jewelry designer, the sole controller of a hundred-billion-yuan trust fund...
It turns out the country girl wasn’t marrying up. Mr. Lu was the one marrying up!
Lu Chenyuan draws her into his arms, his fingertips tracing her features as he speaks in a low, tender voice:
“I fell for you ten years ago, Yan Yan. I’m not marrying up. You’re everything I could ever hope for.”
