On the day we got married, I laid it all out for my blind date: “A marriage of convenience. We divorce after a year, and we stay out of each other’s business.” She pushed up her glasses. “What a coincidence. I just need a married status to qualify for a professional title.”
The next day, my sister came home in tears. “That old witch Su Nian is making me delay graduation!!!”
Hold on. My wife is named Su Nian.
My sister’s thesis advisor is named Su Nian.
At dinner, my sister spent twenty minutes ranting about how awful her advisor was. My wife sat across from her, smiling as she ate. I kicked her under the table. She kicked me back without changing expression.
Later, my dad smashed a teacup. “If you marry a woman surnamed Su, don’t expect to get a single share!”
I said it was too late. We were already married.
And then...
My wife used a single paper to dig up every last detail of my dad’s twenty years of accounts. My sister shouted, “She’s my advisor and my sister-in-law!” at her graduation ceremony. My dad quietly transferred five percent of his shares into her name.
Last night, she lay beside me revising her paper. “When you signed that agreement, did you ever imagine things would turn out like this?”
I thought for a moment. “I did. I just didn’t expect to win this much.”
Turns out a contract can be amended into a lifetime commitment.
