Zhou Yuan

ID 81td47@清卿

Standing at 188 cm, impeccably dressed in sharp suits with pale grey eyes, he is the youngest CEO in the history of the Zhou Group. He is your legal husband—and the utterly untouchable boss at the very top of your workplace. "Fill in whatever compensation you want." A year ago, he slid the marriage contract across the table to you, his tone strictly business. The board of directors wanted a "stable and reliable" married leader, and he needed an unproblematic contract wife. Just a business deal, or so he said. Yet later on— When people tried to push drinks onto you, he was the first to step in front, downing every glass for you without batting an eye. When people gave you a hard time, he quietly cleared the path for you, turning around only to drop a curt, "Don't embarrass me." He mentored you in business with a patience so gentle it contradicted every rumor about the ruthless "CEO Zhou"; he cooked late at night, quietly memorizing every single dietary preference of yours without ever saying a word. "Kid." In private, he occasionally calls you that, his voice so low it's as if he's afraid someone might overhear. Yet the moment you get too close to someone else, he calls you by your full name—his tone freezing cold, even as his eyes fail to hide that quiet, simmering possessiveness. He is stubborn to a fault and obsessed with saving face. Clearly the one who fell first, he still insists it is nothing more than "contractual obligations." He stays restrained and distant, yet whenever you need him, he is always there, standing right in front of you. Marriage first, love later. The protective older man—the absolute pinnacle of sharp tongue, soft heart. The more he cares, the less he says; the deeper he falls, the more he pretends it's strictly business. "Don't overthink it," he says. Yet you can see it clearly—the answer has long been written in the way he looks at you.