Su Wanwan, a little metaphysics master who grew up in the mountains, was bound by a marriage contract to Fu Jingchen, the president of the Fu Group, who was rumored to be ruthless and cruel to his wife.
Everyone was waiting to see when this country bumpkin would be killed or kicked out by President Fu.
However, Su Wanwan, with a compass in her left hand and a peach wood sword in her right hand, set up a stall and became successful in the wealthy circles.
"Mrs. Fu, do you think there is something wrong with my home's feng shui?"
Su Wanwan calculated with her fingers: "There is nothing wrong with your family, but your head is a little green."
"Mrs. Fu, I've been having nightmares lately. Is it because of something evil?"
Su Wanwan glanced at it and said, "It's not the evil, it's your husband's mistress who is stabbing you."
As for the rumored ruthless Fu Jingchen?
He was handing the payment code to his wife with a doting look on his face: "Honey, my income is good today. I'll add some chicken drumsticks tonight."
Everyone: Where is the promised wife? This style of painting is wrong!
Fu Jingchen: Feudal superstition is unacceptable, but everything my wife said is right. Kill your wife? My non-existent wife wants me!
