林薇盯着电脑屏幕上那份红色的结婚证，指节因为用力摁了又摁，青筋都突起来了。窗外，梧桐树叶子黄得像一把把小扇子，风一吹，哗啦啦往下掉。

对面坐着的是她未来的“丈夫”——顾夜寒。年三十的晚上，她妈苦口婆心地把她拉去相亲，谁知道对方就是顾夜寒。那个传闻中冷冰冰，抠门到极致，连身边助理的咖啡都要自己泡的顾氏集团幕后老板。

“顾总，这婚……我们真的要结吗？”林薇第N次问，嗓子都快冒烟了。她一个普通的小策划，就为了给家里寄点钱，才不得不用这“买卖”换钱。

顾夜寒没抬头，视线死死钉在桌上那份打印出来的协议上，眉头拧得能夹死苍蝇。“签了，钱给你。”

“我……”林薇欲言又止。顾夜寒这人，惜字如金，而且极其只认钱。平时给他跑项目，他连杯白开水都抠抠搜搜，现在倒好，为了几千万的赔偿费，直接让她签个身家不清不楚的契约婚。

“我冷，你吵。”顾夜寒终于开口，声音跟淬了冰似的，“结婚证签了，别来烦我。”

林薇咬着嘴唇，眼眶有点红。不是为了钱，她心里确实憋屈。就因为那个项目搞砸了，她就得用婚姻来赔罪？换谁谁不炸毛啊！

Signing the wedding certificate became a matter of course. She signed her name on one side, and Gu Yehan signed his name on the other. The red seal was pressed down tremulously before her eyes.

“好了。”Gu Yehan got up, his movements stiff and cold. “Move out tomorrow, and don't show up at Gu Group’s door for the next three years. If you do, I’ll change the agreement.” His gaze swept over her, sharp and dismissive, making her feel like she was the least valuable person in the world.