Chapter Two: My Lawful Husband

Her spare phone rang. Her boss enthusiastically announced that the client had withdrawn the complaint, the real leaker had confessed, and Zhiwei would receive a promotion with triple pay. “A wedding gift,” Jiming said. “Undo it.” “Are you sure? You wanted that job.” “What I want is not yours to decide.” The amusement faded from his eyes. “Understood.” Her boss faltered as if waking from a dream. Zhiwei hung up and saw the cut on her palm begin to heal. “When you refuse desire, my wound heals,” Chenxing said. Zhou Lin added, “When she accepts desire, I move closer to death.” The white bag on the table had begun to bleed. A time slowly appeared on its base. 12:13 A.M. Sixteen hours remained.