苏晚 procedurally tapped her pen on the table, her gaze sharp as she reviewed the last line of the contract. The venue was a fancy hotel room, the kind that gave off an air of opulence and seriousness. Across from her sat a man who looked like he owned the world. His name was Chen Yi, a figure of power and wealth in the business circles.

He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes were a deep brown, almost black, and they seemed to bore into her soul.

“Read it again, Su Wan,” Chen Yi said, his voice smooth yet commanding. “Make sure you understand every single word.”

Su Wan took a deep breath and began to read. The contract was straightforward—merely a legal document to bind them together for a period of three years. No strings attached, except the ones they already had. She was of marriageable age, but had no wish to be married. Chen Yi, on the other hand, was past his prime but desired a wife. It was a win-win situation.