Almost everyone knows that the eldest daughter of the Dong family has never amounted to much. Her mother's death was supposedly her fault, her boyfriend's cheating was supposedly because she made trouble, and no one in all of Modu would dare marry her. Miss Dong had no choice but to find herself a husband. At long last, she found one, but he was a pretty boy who borrowed his home, mooched his meals, and lived off the bank. People said his greatest asset was his handsome face... But Miss Dong didn't care what anyone said. It's the twenty-first century: you look pretty, and I'll earn the money to support us. We can still live a comfortable life! The man gave her a roguish smile. “You don't need to earn money. Just go to the bank and get some.” Miss Dong frowned. “Do you own the bank or something?” The man smirked. “Yes.”
