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."