[A love con artist × a scheming, devoted guard dog | Both leads are romantically inexperienced | Marriage first, love later]
As a love con artist, Qi Meng specialized in splitting up men and women forced into marriage.
When she was ready to retire, she received a job from her cheap dad.
“Marry Pei Xingye.”
“Pei Xingye? Isn’t that guy about to risk his life overseas? You want me to marry a living corpse?”
“You’ll get half his estate after he dies, at least five hundred million.”
A rich young widow. A life of winning.
Qi Meng smiled, her eyes narrowing. “It’s a deal.”
The kiss at their wedding shattered all her expectations of a wooden husband and a dull marriage vow.
Qi Meng never imagined she would be kissed breathless at her wedding by the very man she had once set out to win over.
The culprit savored the kiss, his lips curling into a pure, innocent smile.
“I’m leaving now, wifey.”
Fine, I’ll burn a paper effigy to keep you company.
“We’ll make up for it on our wedding night when I get back.”
What a tragic delusion. Rest in peace.
The wealthy widow barely had a few days to enjoy spending money like water before the man she had given up on returned in triumph.
“Wifey! Let’s consummate our marriage!”
This isn’t what we agreed on! I want a divorce!
But why does this guy go crazy every time I bring up divorce?
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“Mr. Husband, I think that young lady would suit you better.”
“Mrs. Wife, I think you and I were made for each other.”
