Everyone in the industry knows that Fu Shiyan, the heir to a top wealthy family, married a textbook "image wife." Wen Ci, twenty-six years old, graduated from a prestigious school, is proficient in four languages, is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, always has exquisite makeup, perfect posture and stable emotions. She is like a perfect humanoid work of art, adding the most elegant aura to Fu Shiyan's business empire. The elders of the Fu family were full of praise for her: "Wen Ci has general knowledge and knows how to advance and retreat. She is Shi Yan's good wife." Fu Shiyan's friends also envied him: "The one in your family is really dignified when brought out. She is more stylish than a celebrity." Fu Shiyan himself felt the same way. His wife is quiet, sensible, and never troubles him. Her only hobby is studying various financial products and trust funds. He only regarded this as a pastime for wealthy ladies, and generously granted her a huge sum of money every year for her to "play". Until three years later. A divorce agreement and an asset transfer report were placed in front of Fu Shiyan at the same time. Only then did he discover that his "good wife" used the "pocket money" he gave her to leverage dozens of times. Through precise overseas investments, equity holdings and family trust loopholes, she had quietly completed the accumulation of original capital, and the scale was even close to that of one of his subsidiaries. She is not doing it for fun, she is starting a business. It was his money. Fu Shiyan lost control for the first time and dialed the number he knew by heart. His voice came out from between his teeth: "Wen Ci, what do you want to do?" On the other end of the phone, the woman's voice was still gentle and calm.
