My Jerk Husband Defends His One True Love, So I Marry the Richest Man and Get Pregnant

[The Ex-Wife’s Revenge + Male Lead Takes Her Side + Marriage First, Love Later + Both Pure + Fake and Real Heiresses]

Three years into her marriage, Wen Nian stumbled upon her husband’s secret.

He had been coveting his good friend’s wife all along.

After his friend died, Shen Mubai protected his unrequited love at every turn. At last, Wen Nian gave up on him.

She handed Shen Mubai a divorce agreement.

“Let’s get divorced. It’s better for both you and her.”

But Shen Mubai snapped, “You were willing to marry me when I was disabled. And now you want a divorce? You’re really willing to give up all the wealth and splendor of the Shen family?”

Five years of unrequited love and devotion.

Wen Nian had turned herself into a joke.

After the divorce, she left for good, while Shen Mubai assumed she was just playing hard to get.

Then he saw Wen Nian representing an item of intangible cultural heritage on the international stage, dazzling everyone.

Later, Shen Mubai knelt before her, eyes red. “Xiao Nian, will you come back to me?”

Just then, the head of the Xie family, the richest family in China, stepped forward and put an arm around her.

“Wife, has our baby been good today?”

Facing her detestable ex-husband, Xie Yuheng’s voice was full of fury.

“Get lost! You dare try to steal my woman?”

Born into one of the most powerful families, Xie Yuheng was always cool, refined, and decisive.

At first, he sought out Wen Nian only to appease the family’s revered elder.

After all, she had just been hurt in love and wouldn’t cling to him.

But after they married, Wen Nian treated him with nothing but polite respect, and he was the first to lose his composure.

“Wen Nian, what would it hurt to love me just a little?”

“Why are you packing? Are you divorcing me to go find him?”

“Wen Nian, I and everything I own are yours. You’re mine!”

The mighty king bowed to one woman alone.

Before long, everyone in China knew that Wen Nian was Xie Yuheng’s Achilles’ heel.

No one could provoke her or lay a finger on her. Anyone who dared would die.