Su Nian bragged at a bar: she’d land Lu Chenzhou, head of a business empire, in three months, and every one of her friends would get a seaside villa.
The very next day, the legendary workaholic himself showed up.
He slapped a contract on the table: five million a month, plus a car, a house, and a black card. When the three-year term ended, she’d get another two hundred million.
The catch? Be a good Mrs. Lu and keep things lively at family gatherings.
Su Nian got it: she was the rich family’s designated mood-maker.
She signed, and that very night she moved into the mansion, where she discovered that the CEO…
Barely spoke, never watched variety shows, didn’t drink cola, and kept nothing in the fridge but bottled water.
Fine. For the money, she could put up with it.
But the contract never said she’d have to work overtime with him until the early hours, or that he’d drape his coat over her shoulders. And it definitely never said that “Call me hubby one more time and I’ll dock five million” would turn into a moment when he couldn’t get enough of her.
Watching Lu Chenzhou act more and more strangely, Su Nian fell into thought:
They’d agreed to get what they each wanted, so why did it seem like he was… serious about her?
