Shi Qingfang, a socialite in the Beijing circle, wears a Hermès crocodile bag in her left hand and hugs the wolfdog actor in her right hand. The champagne tower in the private club is always shining for her. She used her black card to support a piano professor, an emergency room doctor, and even a popular host who was her subordinate, until the financial crisis tore apart the luxury facade - her father was in a coma, her younger brother was missing, and her second and third uncles were busy sharpening their knives.
Want to inherit 25% of grandpa's equity and save the family? There is only one condition: marry He Huaimin, the head of the He family in Rongcheng. In front of people, he is an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage who wears Hanfu and is as gentle as jade, but behind the scenes, he is the "God of Wealth" who scares both black and white. When the eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses glanced at her embarrassed look, the folding fan lifted her chin and chuckled: "Miss Shi, what should you use to pay for your betrothal gift?"
From a squandering daughter to a down-and-out bride who was forced into marriage, Shi Qingfang stepped on high heels and entered the Shura field of business war. And He Huaimin's hands hidden under the wide-sleeved robe had already laid a dragnet for her...
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