On the Day of My Divorce, Global Tycoons Begged Me to Come Back

The night I signed the divorce papers, everyone laughed at me for being the most useless live-in son-in-law in the Su family.

My ex-wife tossed me a hundred thousand in severance pay, her face cold. “Lu Wuchen, you're not good enough for me.”

I smiled and turned away, but the deadly poison inside me suddenly took effect.

On a stormy night, a fighter jet hovered over the city.

A hundred of the world's richest tycoons rushed out of helicopters and dropped to their knees before me, drenched from head to toe:

“Welcome back, Lord of the Hall!”

My ex-wife stared at the surveillance footage in shock, and the divorce papers slipped from her hand to the floor.

The bloodstained jade pendant engraved with a dragon, which she had casually used to save me three years ago and which I had clutched tightly ever since, now glowed brilliantly in my palm.

“Wife, you saved my life three years ago.”

“Now let me show you what it really means to be... good enough for you.”