Jiang Sui was known in Nancheng's business world as a ruthless money-printing machine, and as a lifelong single woman with no worldly desires.
To secure a prime feng shui location in the city center, she didn't bat an eye before getting a marriage certificate with her greatest rival, Lu Shiyan, the most arrogant living King of Hell in the capital's elite circles.
She thought it was a business marriage in which they both had their own schemes, just an act to get them through the South Suburbs project. Once it was over, they could part on good terms.
That was until the first night after they got their certificate, when Jiang Sui watched a century-old red-clad evil spirit trying to break into the villa get caught by the neck by her newlywed husband, who was supposedly frail and chronically ill with stomach problems. He squeezed its head until it burst, like crushing a screaming rubber chicken.
Amid the crack of bones and flesh, Lu Shiyan leisurely wiped the black blood from his hand. A terrifying, inhuman golden darkness glinted in his eyes.
He turned to Jiang Sui. His gaze, cold just a moment earlier, instantly became one of wounded accusation. He pinned her to the corner of the wall and said, "It's been five hundred years. You tricked me out of my heart-protecting scales beneath Mount Buzhou, then abandoned me after taking my virtue. Now you won't even give me a proper title?"
Jiang Sui silently dispelled the Nine Heavens Mystic Thunder Art gathering at her fingertips, expressionless as she pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses. "...Lu Shiyan, people aren't allowed to become spirits after the founding of the country."
