Now That I've Won Over a Trillionaire, Why Would I Serve My Trash Ex-Husband?

Zhou Ning'an never imagined the seven-year itch would happen to her. The moment she saw He Zechuan cheating with her own eyes, she tricked him into signing the divorce papers and walked away with her head held high. Just as she was ready to focus on her career, Fu Jingmo, the untouchable head of the Fu Group, swept into her life with irresistible force. In an empty conference room, he trapped her between the expansive conference table and his sturdy arms. His tall figure loomed over her, his imposing presence carrying a hint of dangerous allure. “Ms. Zhou, before we discuss business, shouldn't we settle an old score first?” “What?” Zhou Ning'an's ears grew hot. He leaned closer, his warm breath brushing her cheek. “I plan to repay you for saving me when we were children by giving myself to you. Would you sign this ‘contract,’ Ms. Zhou?”