He never once looked me in the eye in our three years of marriage. The day his first love returned from abroad, he tossed a divorce agreement in front of me. "Five million. Sign it and disappear." I smiled, tore it to pieces, and called his uncle directly, the man who holds power over the capital. "Mr. Fu, I've divorced your nephew. Does the marriage pact you once begged me for still stand?" The next second, a convoy of Rolls-Royces blocked the entrance to the civil affairs bureau. The man approached with a gun in hand and dropped to one knee. "Ningning, I've been looking for you for six years."
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