Fu Siyun once said she was the perfect mistress.
So when he asked to break up, Su Xin waved both hands and walked away without a care.
It was nothing more than a down-on-her-luck girl meeting a cold, wealthy patron. Their nights of passion were just a fleeting affair, and she would put her feelings away.
But Su Xin never expected that the man who kept insisting everything would be done according to their agreement would not only interfere with every romantic prospect around her, but also send his white moonlight abroad.
Looking at the designer goods filling the room and the black card he'd slipped into her hand, her heart raced. "Mr. Fu, didn't our agreement say we'd stay out of each other's business?"
The man was domineering, his gaze burning. "You're right. Our old agreement is void. Now we should draw up a new one..."
"A new agreement?"
"First clause: marriage!"
