My Contract Husband Is a Tycoon

My family forced me to marry the legendary cold-blooded CEO. I thought he’d be an old, disfigured man with a disability, but it turned out he was a handsome, wealthy business tycoon. He wanted me to play the perfect wife, so I laid down my terms: “Ten million a month in spending money, and no interference in each other’s lives.” But when my master’s degree in economics helped me dazzle everyone at a business summit, he announced in front of the whole crowd, “This is my wife, and my company’s new CEO.” Hey, what happened to not interfering in each other’s lives?