Though she's the only daughter of a top publicly listed company, Yu Qingxia is rebellious to the bone. During university, she fell out with her family, who cut off her financial support, and she struggled to make ends meet.
At her most desperate, Lin Yuewei, a young associate professor from the neighboring department, came to her door and solemnly presented her with a dating contract.
The contents were complicated and lengthy, with strict, detailed clauses.
Yu Qingxia had been taught since childhood to read contracts carefully, but that day, she couldn't stop stealing glances at the person in front of her.
At twenty-six, Lin Yuewei had already received a National Science Fund for Distinguished Young Scholars grant. Cool and aloof, she was A University's most famous ice-cold beauty, and she had an exceptionally beautiful face.
Yu Qingxia: If I think about this for even one more second, it'll be disrespectful to a gorgeous woman... Uh, I mean, disrespectful to money!
I'm signing this contract!
For the next three years, Lin Yuewei treated her with boundless tenderness. She did all the housework, drove her everywhere, patiently helped with her thesis, and even bought her a house and a car...
Everything was perfect, except that they kept their relationship secret.
But Yu Qingxia said she didn't mind.
A contract relationship was a contract relationship. She understood.
When the three-year term ended, Yu Qingxia promptly packed her things and left without even saying goodbye.
Until one day, after a joint conference for the government, business, and academia, Lin Yuewei, who had just finished speaking, cornered her in a small meeting room.
Yu Qingxia instinctively stepped back and tried to remember.
"Uh, the house and car are both in your name now, and the jewelry is in the safe. I even washed the sheets from our last night together... Professor Lin, is there anything else you need?"
The young expert, who had just been cool as ice while debating a room full of people, froze.
The corners of Lin Yuewei's eyes reddened. She wanted to demand an explanation, but her voice trembled despite herself.
"Qingqing... Weren't we dating? Why didn't you come home? Did I do something wrong?"
Yu Qingxia: ?!
Wait, who was dating?
What were we doing???
Theme: A misunderstanding can be deadly.
