After three years of marriage, I worked like a cow and a horse, and all I got in exchange was "trash".
My mother-in-law slapped me, my sister-in-law spat on me, and my wife flirted with my first love in front of me.
On the day of the divorce, when I left the house, they laughed at me and finally left.
But just after leaving the Civil Affairs Bureau, three Rolls-Royces blocked the way, and the housekeeper knelt down and shouted:
"Young Master, when the three-year training period is over, please go back and inherit the trillion-dollar fortune!"
At that moment, I laughed.
Later, when my ex-wife's company went bankrupt, she knelt down outside my office and cried, begging for reconciliation. I put my arms around my new girlfriend's waist and asked her gently:
"Madam, have you made an appointment?"
