Seeking revenge, Lin Qinghuan slept with her fiancé’s sworn enemy.
She never expected him to be just as unlucky as she was. They ended up with a one-year marriage contract, but feelings had already taken root in both their hearts.
She bit her lip until it bled, holding back her pain.
“I’ll help you. Stop biting your lip. It’s bleeding.”
She was at her wits’ end over money, with no way out.
“I happen to need a secretary.”
Even if he didn’t, he would have made a position for Lin Qinghuan right away.
If this isn’t love, what is?
