Although she is the only daughter of a top listed company, Yu Qingxia is rebellious in her heart. During college, she had a falling out with her family, her financial resources were cut off, and her life was tight.
When she was most destitute, Lin Yuewei, a young associate professor in the department next door, took the initiative to visit her and solemnly presented a love contract.
——The content is complex and the terms are rigorous and detailed.
Yu Qingxia had been taught to read contracts carefully since she was a child, but that day, she couldn't help but keep looking up at the person in front of her.
Twenty-six-year-old Lin Yuewei is already a winner of the National Youth Fund. She has a cold personality. She is the most prestigious flower of A University and has a very beautiful face.
Yu Qingxia: If you think about this for a second longer, it will be disrespectful to the great beauty... Uh, to the money!
She signed this contract!
In the next three years, Lin Yuewei was extremely gentle to her. All housework was taken care of, daily car pickup and delivery, patient tutoring for essays, and even buying a house and a car for her...
Except for keeping the relationship private, everything was perfect.
But Yu Qingxia said it didn't matter.
She understands contract love.
At the end of the three-year period, Yu Qingxia decisively packed up her things and left without even saying goodbye.
Until the end of a joint political, business and academic meeting, Lin Yuewei, who had just finished speaking, was blocked in the small conference room.
Yu Qingxia subconsciously took a step back and tried to remember.
"Well, the ownership of the RV has been transferred to your name, the jewelry has been put in the safe, and I've washed the sheets for the last night... Teacher Lin, do you have anything else to do?"
The young expert who was quarreling with the crowd and as cold as ice was stunned for a moment.
Lin Yuewei's eyes turned red, and she wanted to question, but her voice trembled unconsciously.
"Xia Xia... Aren't we in love? Why don't you go home? What did I do wrong?"
Yu Qingxia:? !
No, who is in love?
What are we doing? ? ? !
Intention: Misaligned cognition is really fatal.
