In order to cope with the pressure to get married, I decided to marry the person I met on a blind date only three times.
The prenuptial agreement is written in a formal manner:
1. If you are not in the same room, do not interfere with each other's career;
2. Family occasions need to be coordinated with performances;
3. At the expiration of three years, divorce will occur automatically.
He signed very casually: "It's a pleasure to cooperate, Dr. Wen."
I was convinced that this was a perfect collaboration—until my scientific research results were blatantly stolen by my immediate boss, leaving me with no way to appeal.
The man who always called me "Mrs. Agreement" carelessly at family banquets became cold-faced for the first time.
The next day, the boss who stole my results was fired directly from the group headquarters. My project was fully accepted by a newly established top laboratory, and the name of my "agreement husband" was clearly written in the investor column.
On the night of the celebration banquet, he leaned against the door, blocked me in a corner, and said in a low voice: "Wen Xi, Article 3 of the contract, I want to break the contract."
I clutched the agreement that had long since lost its meaning and looked up at him.
But he leaned over and handed over a brand new "contract", with his sharp handwriting on the title page——
"Feasibility report on permanently serving as Wen Xi's sole partner".
In the attachment is what he wrote as an anonymous reviewer when I published my first paper three years ago: "This research direction has great potential, and long-term investment is recommended."
It turns out that from the day we met,
What he submitted was a perfect answer about his life that was just waiting for my signature.
Concept: A modern love story about "meeting at the top of their respective fields, achieving each other with professionalism and respect".