The late autumn wind rolled the sycamore leaves and slapped them on the floor-to-ceiling glass of the gallery, making a tiny crackling sound. Lin Jin's hand holding the paintbrush paused, and the outline just drawn on the canvas was interrupted by the sudden intrusion of footsteps. He raised his eyes and saw Gu west standing at the door. The man was wearing a well-tailored black suit, with a coldness that kept strangers away from him. His eyebrows were delicate but not warm at all, like luxury goods carefully placed in the window, noble and alienated. Gu west is the only heir to the Gu family and the top wealthy son in the city, while Lin Jin is just a down-and-out painter who owes a lot of debt and can hardly even pay the rent for his studio. Two people who should have had nothing to do with each other were bound together by a contract this afternoon. "Mr. Lin, let me tell you the truth." Gu west walked to the table and pushed a printed agreement in front of him with a calm voice, "Three years of marriage. We will maintain harmony with the outside world and not interfere with each other's private lives. At the end of the period, I will help you pay off all your debts, fund a personal exhibition for you, and you will be free." Lin Jin's eyes fell on the agreement. The four bold words "Contract Marriage" stung his eyes. He clenched the paintbrush in his hand tightly, his knuckles turned white, and the paint stuck to his fingertips, just like the embarrassing and embarrassing situation he was in at the moment. The debt left by his father was like a mountain, weighing him down. The studio was about to be repossessed, and the painting he loved was about to become an out of reach dream. Gu west, on the other hand, needs a marriage shield to avoid the business marriage arranged by his family and to get rid of Gu's father's all-pervasive control. It's only fair that everyone gets what he needs. "Why me?" Lin Jin raised his eyes, with wariness and unwillingness hidden in his eyes. He didn't believe in pie-in-the-sky good things, and he didn't believe that the aloof Young Master Gu would help him for no reason. Gu west glanced at him lightly, and his eyes swept over his sleeves full of paint and the unfinished paintings piled in the corner: "You are quiet enough to not get entangled, and you don't have a complicated background, so you are suitable for this cover." It was straightforward, even a little mean, but it hit Lin Jin's weakness.
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