I was publicly dumped at my engagement banquet, so I grabbed my woven bag and moved into the home of Jiangcheng’s most powerful man.
Gu Beichen’s condition for marrying me was bizarre: I had to make him a jianbing every day.
Fine by me. I know how to do that.
He thought I was just some unsophisticated country bumpkin, and worried every day that his wealthy relatives would bully me.
But then...
When the housekeeper stole my silver bracelet and tried to blame me, I pulled out the receipt and made her eat her words on the spot.
When my cousin mocked my unfashionable clothes, the designer outfits in my wardrobe could circle the Gu family mansion three times.
When the old master was critically ill and the famous doctors from the capital were helpless, I saved him with a single acupuncture needle.
Then one day, a group of men in black suits knelt before my jianbing stall and shouted in unison, “Empress He!”
The briefcase fell from Gu Beichen’s hand.
He stared at me, his voice trembling. “Honey, what do you actually do?”
I handed him a freshly made jianbing with two eggs in it.
“Your wife. And, on the side, I’m a boss. Eat up, or it’ll get cold and upset your stomach.”
The ordinary life is really pleasant.