"Five million, sign this prenuptial agreement." The documents Shen Yanzhou pushed over were densely packed with property division clauses. Wen Nian'an looked at this businessman who was rumored to have "killed his three fiancées" and signed his name obediently, without telling him that he had just received a notice from the Swiss Bank yesterday that her grandmother had left her an inheritance worth RMB 12 billion. This flash marriage with different motives shocked the whole internet. The Shen family thought she was clinging to a wealthy family and set up troubles every day: her stepsister broke an ancestral jade bracelet and asked for tens of millions of dollars in compensation? She turned around and took pictures of more expensive antiques and donated them on the spot; her father-in-law forced her to drink sterilization soup? She backhandedly bought a private hospital to produce a physical examination report. When Shen Yanzhou discovered that his wife's account balance was nine zeros more than his own, the fake marriage began to get out of control. "Mr. Shen, the young lady bought the office building opposite us." "She installed one-way glass in every room... She said she would monitor you 24 hours a day." The assistant's voice became smaller and smaller. Shen Yanzhou pulled off his tie and sneered. He originally married his ex-wife to investigate the cause of her death, but now he was cornered by this little woman who pretended to be a pig and eat the tiger. When he finally took off his gentle disguise and pushed her against the wall, he heard her soft voice: "Husband, I seem to have found a new clue about your ex-wife's case?" Later, the whole city saw the always elegant head of the Shen family, kneeling in the rose garden in the heavy rain and holding up a loudspeaker: "Wen Nian'an! Those calculations are all my bastard! Can you save our marriage certificate from the shredder?"
