On the day of the family's death, an iron bar for debt collection was smashed on the door, and centenarian rich man Lu Yichuan threw a black card and a diamond ring: "Marry me, and after I die, the billions of inheritance will be yours."
Yu Bai agreed on the spot - no matter how old the old man was, when he died, she could make money and trample the enemy into the mud!
From then on, she transformed into a "filial wife". Her sweet voice made Lu Yichuan smile during the day, but late at night she grinded her teeth at the "countdown to death" on her phone: Why isn't this old thing still dead?
In the winter, the heating was set to 16 degrees to freeze him. He wore a thin shirt and read the newspaper without even sneezing. He secretly replaced his antihypertensive medicine with vitamins, and the next day the housekeeper sent a box of imported supplements: "Sir, I'm afraid you will be tired after staying up late."
Someone at the reception told her, "Just wait until Mr. Lu dies." Lu Yichuan glanced at him, and the man froze on the spot as if he had been stabbed by an ice pick. Yu Bai's heart moved slightly, but she was more concerned about the inheritance - until she secretly opened the sandalwood box and saw a woman in ancient costume who looked exactly like herself in the painting.
The sound of footsteps sounded behind him. Lu Yichuan took off his reading glasses. His half-white hair turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye. Golden light filled his eyes: "Do you think I am really an old man waiting to die?"
