As a rising star VP in investment banking, twenty-nine-year-old Jiang Zhi has a nearly perfect resume. She can lead her team through the toughest deals and leave her opponents utterly defeated at the negotiating table. But behind this dazzling career is her mother calling three times a day to urge her to marry, along with 360-degree “concern” from the family group chat.
“Xiao Zhi, no matter how successful a woman’s career is, she still needs a family.”
“Your Auntie Wang’s son graduated from an Ivy League school and is quite the catch. Why don’t you meet him?”
Jiang Zhi was fed up. After her mother once again threatened to “cut off all ties between mother and daughter,” she decided to make a clean break and treat marriage like a project.
Project goal: Meet the “married” status KPI within one year.
Partner requirements: a clean background, a good image, financial independence, and, most importantly, a firm belief in never getting married, just like me.
Soon, she found the perfect candidate: Fu Cheng.
An industry elite like her, Fu Cheng was elegant and rational, and just as fed up with marriage pressure, to the point of wanting to run away from home.
They hit it off at once, and a marriage partnership agreement as precise as a business contract was drawn up.
“During the term of the agreement, we will not interfere in each other’s private lives.”
“We will present a unified front in public, and details must be reported in advance.”
“When the agreement expires, we will part amicably and end things on good terms.”
At first, everything proceeded smoothly according to the “contract.”
They were the model couple in their relatives’ eyes and a perfect match to their friends.
Until one day, Jiang Zhi came home after working all night and found a lamp on in the living room. Fu Cheng was sitting on the sofa, waiting for her with a cup of warm milk.
“Your stomach isn’t in good shape, so…”
