A Heart-Pounding Wager

My company wanted me to fake a couple relationship with my rival.

I smiled and added a clause to the contract: whoever falls in love first gives up all their individual projects for the rest of the year.

When Wang Yi signed, she looked at me as coldly as ice.

I thought it was a game I was destined to win.

Until that night, when she cornered me in the dressing room.

Her voice was hoarse, her eyes red:

“Zhou Shiyu, you win. I don’t want the projects or the pride... I only want you.”

I froze.

Because on my phone screen was the post she had made three years ago, then deleted a second later:

“She smiled at me today. I’m so happy.”