"Yuanyuan, just sign." Qi Zixuan pushed a document onto my desk, his tone as gentle as coaxing a child.
He is my fiancé. We have been dating for three years, and both families have agreed on a wedding date.
"What is this?" I glanced at the cover of the document, which had the words "Share Holding Agreement" printed on it.
"Isn't Mr. Shen having difficulty with cash flow recently? I will temporarily hold part of the equity for you and return it to you when the crisis is over." He smiled, his eyes so sincere that no flaws could be seen. "Don't worry, as long as I am here, nothing will happen to Mr. Shen."
I hesitated.
"Yuan Yuan, you don't believe me?" He frowned pretending to be hurt, "We are all getting married. What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. No matter what the difference is."
