Shi Qingfang, a socialite of Beijing’s elite circle, carried a crocodile-skin Hermes bag in one hand and an up-and-coming heartthrob on her arm with the other. The champagne tower at her private club was always sparkling. She had used her black card to keep a piano professor and an emergency room doctor, and even a top TV host had once been at her beck and call. Then the financial crisis shattered her life of extravagance. Her father fell into a coma, her younger brother disappeared, and her second and third uncles were sharpening their knives.
She wanted to inherit her grandfather’s 25% stake and save the family. There was only one condition: marry He Huaimin, the head of the He family in Rongcheng. In public, he was a gentle, refined inheritor of traditional craftsmanship, dressed in Hanfu. Behind closed doors, he was the “God of Wealth,” feared by both the underworld and the authorities. When his gaze swept over her disheveled appearance from behind his gold-rimmed glasses, he lifted her chin with his folding fan and smiled. “Miss Shi, what will you use to pay your bride price?”
From a wealthy heiress who spent money like water to a fallen bride forced into an arranged marriage, Shi Qingfang stepped into the brutal battlefield of business warfare in her high heels. And beneath He Huaimin’s wide sleeves, his hands had already laid an inescapable trap for her...
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