The Whole Company Thought He Was Single and I Was the Only One Who Knew How Sticky He Was.

When I went to the wrong table on a blind date, I made four tyrannical terms to the stranger: hand over my salary card, take care of all the housework, don't have children or serve my parents-in-law, and sleep on the balcony if we quarrel. The man opposite agreed without changing his expression. I was so scared that I ran away on the spot. Unexpectedly, three days later, I was pushed to the point of collapse by the pressure to get married, and he showed up again - "Ms. Qin, do you want to think about it? I happen to need a marriage certificate." The day after I received the certificate, I joined the new company and opened the door of the creative director's office - my flash wedding husband was sitting inside. It's over. Should I divorce or not divorce?