A Three-Year-Old's Divine Assist, and the CEO Falls Hard

Lin Nuannuan is a freelance illustrator who has raised her three-year-old son, Xingxing, all by herself. Their days are chaotic, but they love every minute of it. There’s just one problem: she has no idea who the boy’s father is. She could barely make out the man’s face during that accident three years ago. Then, one day, Xingxing’s kindergarten held a “Family Open Day.” While the other kids brought their dads, Xingxing pulled a sheet of paper out of his backpack. It read: “Looking for my dad. Generous reward offered.” Even more unbelievably, the note ended up in the office of Shen Yeting, president of Chenxing Group. Shen Yeting looked at the paper, then got a DNA test. The boy was his son. For the first time in three years, the business world’s devil king lost his composure and rushed to Lin Nuannuan’s home that very night. The woman who opened the door was eating watermelon as she sized him up. “So you’re the guy who ran off faster than a rabbit back then?” Shen Yeting: “…” He wanted to make up for lost time, but Lin Nuannuan wouldn’t have it. In the end, Old Master Shen stepped in and arranged a flash marriage contract between them: a three-year deal, a fake marriage, and custody of the child secured. The first clause of the agreement: Pretend to be a loving couple in front of others. Lin Nuannuan had no problem with that. It was just acting! On the very first day, she called Shen Yeting “darling” in front of the entire company, leaving him so mortified he couldn’t sleep for three days. The next day, she held up a sign reading “My Husband Is the Handsomest” at his annual company meeting. Shen Yeting wanted to jump out of the conference room. A month later, Shen Yeting asked her with red-rimmed eyes, “When are you going to stop messing with me?” Lin Nuannuan blinked. “What are you talking about, darling?” Xingxing calmly chimed in from the side: “Dad lost again. So childish!”