Lin Zhiyao returned to China to join Lingxi Technology, but bumped into the boy from seven years ago in the conference room. Shen Du, the investor's technical advisor, had a small mole on her left ear and was turning the silver pen she had been looking at all afternoon in her hand. What's even more ridiculous is that his screensaver is a selfie of cherry blossoms that she deleted after three minutes of posting.
At the dinner party where his parents urged the marriage, he proposed a contract marriage: for a period of one year, each could get what he wanted. She thought it was a calm game for adults until she moved into his penthouse - the combination lock was her birthday, stomach-warming honey water was placed on the bedside table, and the sensor light in the living room always stayed on for her until the early morning.
She dug out his diary and it was about her every day for seven years. The last page reads: "In the seventh year, I lost her."
And the cousin who caused the misunderstanding, the stepmother who hid murderous intentions, and the eyeing competitors are peeling back the truth of seven years ago. When the contract expired, she discovered a line of small gray words hidden in the agreement: If you terminate the contract early, you must compensate the other party's heart.
Reunion × Agreed Marriage × Chasing Wife at the Crematorium × Strong Workplace
She used algorithms to decode the world, but it took her seven years to understand him.
