Qin Ningran, an orphan since childhood, impulsively married a poor guy and moved out of her best friend’s place.
She thought life would be nothing but endless bills and household chores, but... something didn’t seem quite right.
Why was her poor husband’s colleague none other than the dreaded secretary to Master Pei?
Why were so many housekeepers bustling around their little rented place?
And her husband... was really handsome!
“Ranran! You didn’t ask for a bride price, but it looks like you didn’t lose out after all!” her best friend said enviously, her eyes sparkling.
Qin Ningran nodded with satisfaction. “With what we’ve got, I don’t mind whether he gives me ten thousand yuan or not!”
The two women joked around, while the man in the kitchen forced a stiff smile.
Everyone knew Master Pei casually spent tens of millions. When the bride price came up, he’d held up one finger. How had she thought he meant ten thousand? Ten thousand?!
The assistant beside him swallowed. “President, weren’t you trying to say... one hundred million?”
