For the sake of love, Yi Ying, the first daughter of Daxia, was willing to remain anonymous and wash her hands and make soup for her husband for three years. She suppressed all the light, but only received the mother-in-law's difficulties, the sister-in-law's ridicule, and the husband's cold eyes.
On their wedding anniversary, her husband handed her a divorce agreement. The reason was that she had nothing to earn in three years and was a chicken that couldn't lay eggs!
But he didn't know that at the moment he signed his name, a row of top luxury cars had parked downstairs. "Welcome home, Miss!" Seeing the world's richest man kneeling on one knee, the ex-husband and his family were completely dumbfounded.
"You... Aren't you an orphan?"
Yi Ying's red lips curled up with a touch of sarcasm: "I'm sorry, the small door you talk about is actually the pinnacle you need to look up to. Now, the game begins."
