I'd just transmigrated into the body of a wealthy family's son-in-law when my CEO wife, Shen Ruoxue, tossed me a black card. "Here's five million. You and Jiang Xiaobei can go to the countryside for a few months of peace and quiet. Li Yanzhe's back." Her tone was like she was clearing out an expired luxury item. My five-year-old son, Jiang Xiaobei, clung to my leg, blinking his starry eyes, and asked, "Daddy, can five million get all the pretty girls in town to come and play with me?" I smiled, pinched his cheek, and gave Shen Ruoxue a salute. "Mission accomplished, boss!" She was stunned, probably expecting me to cry or beg. But I grabbed my son and accepted the card that very day.
