Dressed as the son-in-law of a wealthy family, the system requires me to spend one million on my wife every day. I sneered: "How can a mere amount of money corrode my soul?" Until one night, the CEO's wife drunkenly pulled off her tie and forced me into a corner: "Why are you pretending to be noble..." "You think I don't know about the one million that is missing from your account every day?" The next day, I looked at the newly arrived 20 million and the text message on my phone: "Keep spending, don't go home until you finish spending." Wait, this plot is wrong -
