You Made Me Take the Blame for Your White Moonlight's Car Crash. I Turned Around and Divorced You

After three years as a live-in son-in-law, I took the fall for my first love’s drunk driving, and was even forced to bark like a dog at my birthday banquet. Everyone laughed at me as the most pathetic man in Jiangcheng.

Until the day we divorced. After signing the papers, I got into a Rolls-Royce, and the executives of the Dingsheng Group bowed in unison. “Welcome back, Mr. Chen.”

When my ex-wife begged me to take her back in the rain, I had my assistant give her the address of a homeless shelter. She had no idea: the resources I froze on a whim could bankrupt her, and the assets in my name could buy the entire city.

Later, she asked with a trembling voice, “Who are you, really?”

I gazed out at the river view and smiled. “The heir to Dingsheng, the man you personally threw away all those years ago.”