Lin Xia, who had signed a three-month contract marriage, did not expect that Bingshan CEO, who controlled her life with twelve covenants, would search for "how to express concern tactfully" in the middle of the night, quietly empty her shopping cart but said her hands were slippery, pour out the boiled soup at six in the morning and start over again - for the seventh time, he finally gave her a drinkable bowl.
She thought she was waiting for the contract to expire, until she discovered that someone had collected a piece of thread wrapped in transparent tape in the secret pocket of the bag - she had cut it and someone had kept it.
Three months later, he handed over a new contract, a thick stack of handwritten terms, with only his name signed at the end: "You decide the termination conditions. I have no objection."
