The day I was found by the Ye family, I was still wearing a worn snakeskin bag. The biological parents held the hands of the fake daughter and looked at me with disgust: "Ye Tong, give your engagement to Weiwei. You, a country girl, are not worthy of Young Master Gu.
I sneered, turned around and grabbed a handsome guy at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau to collect his certificate. That man was cold and aloof, looking like a down-and-out nobleman. I thought we were just in a contract marriage where each of us got what we needed.
Until the fake daughter mocked me at a top jewelry show for not being able to afford local stalls, but the world-class jewelry master knelt down and called me "teacher"; until the Ye family sent me to bed in order to please the mysterious richest man, only to find that the powerful man sitting on the throne in the capital was my "soft rice" husband from a flash marriage.
My hands that had held scalpels, hacker keyboards, and top-notch paintbrushes were firmly held by him. His voice was hoarse: "Madam, how many surprises are there that I don't know about? I smiled slightly and pulled out the list of global chaebols: "No more pretending, I'm actually richer than you." "
