On our third wedding anniversary, I spent hours preparing eight dishes and a soup, only for my husband to walk in with his mistress on his arm. My mother-in-law slapped a divorce agreement in front of me: “You can’t give us a son? Get out with nothing!”
They called me an old hag, never realizing I could spot at a glance that the mistress’s jade bangle was a fake worth just 500 yuan, thanks to the secret appraisal techniques passed down by my grandmother, a master of the trade. They laughed that I couldn’t survive without the Lu family, never knowing my anonymous appraisal account had a million followers, or that Pearl Pavilion was offering me a five-million-yuan annual salary to join them.
As I signed the divorce papers, my ex-husband sneered that I had nowhere to go. I called someone on the spot. “Dad, acquire the Lu Group!” Then I called Pearl Pavilion: “I’m taking the job!”
Later, I exposed my mother-in-law’s fake bracelet and proved the mistress’s diamond ring was a cheap knockoff. When my ex-husband learned the truth about the drugging, he knelt in the rain and begged me to forgive him. I gave him a cool look. “My consultation fee is a hundred thousand a second. How long have you planned to kneel?”
In the end, during a global livestream, I pulled a treasure map of the Old Summer Palace out of a luminous pearl and became an overnight legend!
