"My mother forced me to marry an old man who beat his ex-wife to death with a gift of 800,000 yuan."
After Shen Zhiyi said this, he pushed a contract in front of Lu Yanzhou.
"You help me, just 500,000. Two years, fake marriage, don't disturb your life."
The man leaned on the back of the leather chair, tapping his knuckles on the table carelessly, his eyes sweeping from her wet hair to her whitened fingertips.
"You can sign it." He said calmly, "Did you read Article 16 clearly? You can't be emotional."
Shen Zhiyi signed his name without hesitation.
But she didn't expect that this man would be the first to stand in front of her when she was humiliated; he would leave a lamp and a bowl of warm porridge for her late at night; he would hold her hand and say when everyone said she was "bought cheap" -
"She is my wife, Lu Yanzhou."
Later, she heard him tearing the contract into pieces with her own ears, his voice hoarse:
"Shen Zhiyi, I regretted it. This piece of paper is not worthy of restraining us."
