In order to save my seriously ill brother, I signed a contract and became the "replacement girlfriend" of Lu Yan, the prince of Beijing.
He is cold and distant, with strict rules, just to use my white moonlight to piss him off.
I conscientiously played the role of a good shadow, always keeping the contract expiration date in mind, and preparing to take the money and leave.
Until that night of socializing, he drunkenly pressed me against the corner, his hot breath burning the tips of my ears: "Don't move... Just for a moment."
Later, I hid the pregnancy test form and disappeared without a trace on the expiration date of the contract.
Three years later, at an international art exhibition, I showed up with my cute son in hand, and he burst into the backstage with red eyes.
In front of the cameras of the global live broadcast, Mr. Lu, who used to be unattainable, knelt on one knee and said in a hoarse voice:
"I unilaterally renewed the agreement."
"The term is, for a lifetime."
"Mrs. Lu, please... Look at me."
