(An absolute wish-fulfillment story!)
By day, he’s a cold-faced CEO and she’s an invisible secretary. They’re not even allowed to exchange glances when they meet at the office.
At night, he knocks on her study door with a bowl of sweet rice balls with osmanthus, a penguin joke tucked under the rim.
When Shen Luxi signed the secret marriage agreement, she thought she was only paying off a ten-million-yuan debt.
She never expected it to come with a husband whose two sides were worlds apart: at work, he was so sharp-tongued it seemed every sentence was itemized for tax purposes, but at home, he clung to her so much she suspected a golden retriever lived inside his soul.
Even more absurdly, all she wanted was to keep her head down for a year, but then her ex-boyfriend slandered her, a vice president’s shady dealings came to light, and a competitor tried to poach her. Every incident landed squarely on her husband’s red line.
He tapped his pen lightly against the desk and said casually, “I’ll handle this person.”
Then paparazzi exposed their secret marriage down to the last detail, and he pulled her into his arms on a livestream watched by the entire internet.
“Office romances are forbidden, so we’re legally married.”
On the day their contract expired, she packed her bags and waited for him to sign the papers.
Instead, he pushed a stack of new contracts toward her, his ears turning red.
“Renewal terms: this time, for life.”
