Meng Tang was set up at a party and urgently needed an antidote. Gong Zhouye appeared.
Later, when she broke up with her scumbag boyfriend and fought tooth and nail to divide up the company's shares, Gong Zhouye appeared again.
It all seemed like a coincidence, yet also like a trap laid by someone who could see the future.
In the misty rain at the end of spring, Gong Zhouye waited by the door with an umbrella. When she came out, he looked at her with carefree arrogance. "Have you sorted things out?"
Meng Tang shot him a cool glance. "Even if I have, it has nothing to do with you!"
He shrugged and held the marriage certificate from his pocket up in front of her. "What are you talking about, Mrs. Gong?"
"I'll have my lawyer draw up the divorce papers as soon as possible."
She turned to leave, but Gong Zhouye grabbed her by the waist from behind, his thin lips lightly brushing her ear. "The agreement says if you can make me submit in bed, I'll agree to the divorce."
Later, at their lavish wedding, everyone thought Meng Tang had married up into the Gong family. Only Gong Zhouye knew how hard he had fought to win her.
