The night was quiet in the Gu mansion.
Feng sat alone in his room, the city lights shining through the large window.
On the table in front of him lay a thin document.
The marriage contract.
He slowly opened it again.
His eyes stopped at the line written clearly near the end.
Duration: One year.
After completion, both parties will divorce peacefully.
Feng leaned back in his chair and sighed.
"Three months…"
Only three months left.
Three months until Mengmeng would leave his life.
Forever.
His fingers tightened slightly around the paper.
For the first time, the powerful CEO of Gu Corporation felt powerless.
Because the one thing he wanted…
Was something he had agreed to lose.
Just then the door opened slowly.
"Feng?"
It was his grandmother.
She stepped into the room, carrying a cup of warm tea.
"I noticed your lights were still on."
Feng quickly closed the document.
But it was too late.
His grandmother's sharp eyes had already noticed the papers on the table.
"What are you hiding?"
"Nothing," Feng replied calmly.
But she walked closer.
Before he could stop her, she picked up the document.
Her eyes slowly read the title.
Contract Marriage Agreement
The room became silent.
She looked at Feng.
"…What is this?"
Feng rubbed his forehead.
"Grandma…"
"You and Mengmeng…" she said slowly.
"This marriage is a contract?"
Feng didn't answer.
That was already the answer.
His grandmother sat down slowly.
"I thought you two married because you liked each other."
"At first… we didn't," Feng said quietly.
"We were both being forced by our families."
"So you made this instead?"
"Yes."
His grandmother looked at the paper again.
"And after one year… you divorce."
Feng nodded slowly.
The room felt heavy.
After a moment she placed the contract down.
Then she looked at him carefully.
"But something has changed."
Feng looked up.
His grandmother smiled gently.
"You love her now."
Feng froze.
He opened his mouth to deny it…
But the words didn't come out.
His grandmother laughed softly.
"I raised you. Do you think I can't see it?"
Feng looked away.
"…Maybe."
"Maybe?" she repeated.
"You stare at the door every evening like you're waiting for someone."
"You barely eat at dinner."
"And you look at that contract like it's a death sentence."
Feng stayed silent.
Then he admitted quietly,
"I don't want the divorce."
His grandmother nodded slowly.
"That's what I thought."
"But the contract—"
She waved her hand.
"A contract is just paper."
Feng frowned slightly.
"We both signed it."
"And?"
"If you love her, don't let a piece of paper decide your future."
Her voice was calm but firm.
Feng stared at the contract again.
The same document that once solved his problems…
Now felt like the biggest mistake he had ever made.
His grandmother stood up and walked toward the door.
Before leaving, she said one more thing.
"You should tell her before those three months disappear."
Then she left.
Feng sat alone again.
The room was silent.
He looked at the contract one more time.
Then he slowly closed it.
For the first time…
He began thinking about something seriously.
Not the divorce.
But how to stop it.