For three years of marriage, Lu Jianzhen has honored their secret-marriage agreement, using his supplementary card only late at night and never daring to dial that number during the day. He is the youngest financial tycoon in Beijing’s elite circles, refined and aloof, his fingertips untouched by the mundane world. She is merely the least noticeable salaried lawyer at a small firm on the brink of bankruptcy. Then, on a rainy night, a client flung a file in her face in front of the whole table. “Lawyer Lu, you came from a little firm like that. What makes you think you’re qualified to review a contract for the Gu Group?” The door swung open, and the sharp, rain-soaked air swept in. The man who had never once acknowledged her in public lifted his wrist, picked up the file, and set it in front of her. His eyes lowered as he said in a voice only the two of them could hear, “That’s not for you to decide.”
