When My Contract with the Rich Family Expired, I Dumped the Trillionaire CEO

“The day our three-year contract ended, I slapped the divorce papers down in front of Fu Shiyan. He signed with his eyes lowered, as cold as an iceberg, but in his desk drawer I found a stack of financial records for the Shen Group. Every sum of lifesaving money bore the Fu Group's official seal.

Even more outrageous, my most trusted best friend handed me a cup of milk tea and said, ‘Actually, three years ago, Mr. Fu asked me to keep an eye on you. But then I was won over by the hot milk he bought you every day.’

When my ex, the one who once said he would ‘protect me,’ came charging in with fabricated ‘evidence of the Shen Group's crimes,’ I threw the records of him hiring a hacker to alter the data in front of the media. ‘Mr. Lin, the day your father jumped to his death, Shen Group stock fell by 20%.’

I turned and threw myself into Fu Shiyan's arms. ‘I tore up the divorce papers. This time, I'm the one tying you to me for life.’”