Three years ago, Jiang Baoyan had died in a car accident. As a rising star of the rule of law and government had fallen, Gu Chengge, his fiancee, had been torn apart. Three years later, Jiang Bohua, the president of Golden Age, delivered a marriage contract to fulfill the engagement. Miss Gu tore the marriage contract: "I'm sorry, Mister Jiang, I can't agree." Mister Jiang brushed the ash off his fingertips, then said with a heavy voice while squinting his eyes, "Why?" Miss Gu gritted her teeth, "I'm the kef." "Heh ..." The man chuckled, his slender fingertips teasing her lower jaw. "It's okay, my wife."