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Three years ago, Ye Qingyin clutched the marriage agreement and smiled at Ling Sheng: "Mr. Ling needs a shield, and I just need a sponsor." Everyone said that the leader of the Ling family was cold and cold-hearted, but she wanted to bet on his ability to win the heart of the mortal world. Today, the youngest trader on Wall Street is wearing diamond high heels and throwing the newly acquired equity documents of Ling's subsidiary on the bedside: "Mr. Ling, the mattress in this villa is too hard, I ask to be moved to your private island." Her collarbone is still branded with the sky-high price ruby ​​he bought at the auction last night - very much like the remains of the cookie she was thrown into the shredder. Ling Shengji grabbed her wrist and sneered: "Miss Ye's ambition can't be hidden at last?" He saw her loosening his tie and biting his Adam's apple in the blind spot of the financial reporter's camera: "That's wrong, Mr. Ling didn't find the 13th additional clause when he signed the agreement." That night, thunder exploded in the top investment banking circles: Ye Qingyin had spent three years laying a deadly trap to turn the entire Ling family chaebol into a betrothal gift! Ling Shengji burst into the live broadcast room holding the contract that she had tampered with, but saw her shaking her red wine glass and raising her eyebrows: "If you give in now... Mr. Ling is allowed to sleep on the sofa tonight." Later, everyone in the city said that the glacier-like boss was crazy. He demolished a private island to build a rose manor, purchased strawberry fields around the world to make her smile, and even knelt down on one knee under the Nasdaq screen: "Yinyin, can I sign a life-long contract?" Ye Qingyin lit her wedding ring and threw it into the sea: "Mr. Ling, don't you think that this little heartbeat can withstand three years of cold treatment?"