Three million, six months, a cold marriage agreement.
She thought it was a deal, he thought it was a pawn.
Until she cooked a bowl of lumpy noodles on the night of his birthday;
Until he fumbled to cover her with a blanket while she slept;
Until she discovered that he secretly bought her first painting and registered a shell company called "Chenxing";
Until he said at the press conference: "I chose her not because she is suitable, but because I want her."
Later she found out that he had fallen in love with her much earlier than she thought.
The stars painted on the corners of the sticky notes and the poached eggs hidden at the bottom of the bowl are all his secret love.
Marriage first, love later, a sweet urban fairy tale.
Mr. Shen, you hide it so well.
