After the Divorce, I Want My Dowry, Not My Son

The day I divorced Lu Ancheng.

He took out the box holding my grandmother's keepsakes and forced me to choose.

“Your son or your dowry box. Pick one.”

My gaze swept over Lu Xuan, who was afraid I'd choose him. In an even tone, I said, “The dowry box.”

Lu Xuan happily threw himself into Lu Ancheng's arms. “Dad, let's go ride horses with Auntie Qingqing in a little while!”

They naively thought they had me in their grasp.

Little did they know I'd never planned to choose this ungrateful son in the first place.

The so-called keepsakes from my grandmother were nothing more than the spoils of my successful conquest.