"Madam, it's time to go home and inherit a trillion-dollar fortune." When the world's richest man knelt in front of me, I realized how deeply my "business vase" husband had hidden his vest.
On the day of the business marriage, I gave Lu Jinshen an agreement: we would not live with each other, it would not be made public, and we would get divorced in three years. He signed with his eyes lowered, as docile as a sheep. I thought this deal was a sure win—
He is just a vase used to stabilize the situation, and I am the one holding the chess piece. Until the gang broke into the scene and I picked up the bottle and prepared to fight, my husband, who had always been hiding behind me, wiped his fingers carelessly, and then broke the barrel of the thug's gun with his bare hands. I looked at him in shock. But he blinked at me and returned to his innocent look: "Honey, did I... Get into trouble?" Later I learned that the "marriage tool" that I saw as a docile and bullyable person was the night war god who was feared by the underground world. I thought a wealthy and down-and-out family was at the end of its rope, but now it owned a trillion-dollar empire that I could never imagine. And the identity of the Avenger that I carefully concealed has long been a part of his plan. When the world's big guys knelt in the auditorium and respectfully honored me as "ma'am", I turned to look at Lu Jinshen beside me, who was still smiling kindly. He also looked at me and gently held my hand: "The game is over, wife." "Now, it's our turn to lift the table."
