A fated entanglement began outside Jialan Temple. Little con artist Luo Xinghe was using the name of the proud, handsome Ninth Master Ye to scam people when the real deal caught him red-handed.
In that instant, countless rumors about Ninth Master Ye came to mind...
They said Ninth Master Ye was richer than a nation and wielded immense power. Anyone who offended him never lived to see the next sunrise...
They said Ninth Master Ye was born under an ill-starred fate, and to ward off the bad luck, he had spent years abstaining from meat and practicing Buddhism, living as a lay practitioner in a temple...
And so on...
Little con artist Luo Xinghe stared at the ethereal man before him, who was idly turning a strand of Buddhist prayer beads in his fingers, and at the crowd of bodyguards in black behind him. He trembled with fear.
Bodyguard: “Our Ninth Master invited you here today because he wants to sign an agreement with you.”
“W-what kind of agreement?”
“A marriage agreement!”
The heroine can be stronger. For a father who loves gambling, it is best to dare to love and hate.