On our wedding night, my business rival and I laid out the water transport share chart for the second half of the year on the wedding bed.
"Three to seven, I'm seven and you're three." He smiled like a fox.
I tore up the drawing: "It's either five or five, or I'll make your northern market collapse tomorrow."
We fought to the death at the chamber of commerce during the day, and when we returned home at night we had to figure out who would step through the bedroom door first.
Everyone is waiting to see this marriage become the biggest joke in the business world.
Until the Jiangnan Tea Road was robbed and the northern cavalry was attacked, the mastermind behind the scenes actually wanted to kill us all.
On the night of his escape, I blocked a fatal arrow for him, and my makeup was stained red with blood.
He carried me on his back and fought his way out of the siege, healing my wounds with trembling hands in the ruined temple: "Shen Jinghong, you have to live... Without you to fight, who will I make money for?"
Later, the man on the dragon throne decreed that the whole family should be ransacked.
In court, we pointed the knife at ourselves at the same time:
"It's my fault."
"Not with him/her."
