On the day Sheng Qingyu married Lu Shiyan, what she handed to her was not Hexin wine, but a "Treaty of Non-Interference After Marriage."
She needs his capital and he needs her resources. The two of them had a clear plan: they would live in separate rooms, they would not check their posts, and their WeChat chat records were as clean as work reports.
Two people with reason engraved in their bones live at opposite ends of the same villa, separated by a long corridor, like the boundary between Chu and Han.
But something that shouldn't appear began to appear in the world of Chu, He and Han - there was an extra car key at the entrance. There was a light on in the study late at night. When she was pushed to the lowest point by the board of directors, he opened the door and came in, saying only four words: "You have me."
When the three-year agreement expired, Lu Shiyan looked at the "Term: To be determined" on the renewal document, took out a pen from the inner pocket of his suit, and signed it directly next to it.
"What does pending mean?"
"Literally. There is no deadline this time. It depends on your performance."
There is no grand confession. There are only two people who are evenly matched. After fighting in Vanity Fair, they find that they hold more than just chips in each other's hands.
