Divorced With a Child, I Was Spoiled by a Tattooed Big Shot

After seven years of marriage, Su Wan had become what her husband called a “frumpy housewife” who did nothing but cook and look after the child. Then her husband’s mistress slapped a pregnancy test report in her face. Holding his new love in his arms, Cheng Hao said coldly, “Su Wan, let’s get divorced. Feifei is carrying my child. You’ve been out of the workforce for seven years. You can’t survive without me.” Su Wan calmly signed the divorce papers and left with her daughter, taking nothing with her. They moved into an old apartment building. She thought her life would be nothing but bleak from then on, until a man with tattoos covering both arms and a cold gaze moved in next door. Everyone said he was a thug who was best avoided, and urged her to keep her distance. Then one rainy night, when her daughter’s fever wouldn’t break, Su Wan held her child and wept helplessly. Her “thug” neighbor, Lu Jin, kicked down her door, rushed them to the hospital, and said hoarsely, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.” Later, her ex-husband’s business went bankrupt, and he knelt before her in disgrace, begging her to take him back. Lu Jin shielded Su Wan behind him, leisurely unfastened his shirt cuff, and revealed a watch worth tens of millions. He gave Cheng Hao a faint smile. “Mr. Cheng, you’ll need an appointment to see Ms. Su. Besides, she’s mine now.” Cheng Hao: “You… weren’t you just a motorcycle mechanic?!” Su Wan: “Things have changed, ex-hubby. By the way, could that secondhand car you gave me back then even afford the tires on Lu Jin’s car?”