My name is Song Qingyi, a well-known "Black Lotus" in the investment banking circle.
On the day I married Lu Jianshen, I personally drew up a prenuptial agreement, which was clearly written in twenty-three pages. The terms cover property, privacy, visitation rights, and finally a safety clause: Both parties are not allowed to have feelings for each other that go beyond the scope of partners. Once you break the contract, you will leave home.
After reading it, he said only four words: "It's just what I wanted."
Later, he tore up the agreement with his own hands, knelt in front of me, and his tone was as humble as I had ever seen: "Qingyi, the agreement is void. I admit defeat."
