Reborn as a spineless live-in son-in-law, I'd spent five years married and sleeping in a separate room. At last, my aloof CEO wife informed me that we were going to the civil affairs bureau tomorrow to get divorced. She'd already signed the divorce papers. I cried my eyes out in front of her, begging for another chance. But that night, behind her back, I picked the lock on her safe. What a joke. Leave with nothing? Those four words weren't even in my dictionary. I fled in the middle of the night with a heavy suitcase and found a cheap hotel. I couldn't wait to open it. There were no gold bars or US dollars inside. Just an adorable five-year-old in a custom-made little suit, sitting cross-legged and staring at me with a solemn expression. He reached into his pocket
