At my grandfather's funeral, my stepmother threw the suicide note in my face.
"Wen Yining, do you think you can stand up if the old man leaves all his property to you?"
A cold voice came from behind:
"Who gave you the courage to touch me, Lu Tingshen?"
He is the heir to China's richest man and is known as the "Living King of Hell" in business circles.
We signed an agreement and we divorced three months later, with no debts to each other.
But he said: "Article 3, paragraph 2 of the agreement, you are not allowed to eat with other men."
Three months later, I left for Country M with the secret of my life experience and my pregnant belly.
When I came back five years later, I was already a top international jewelry designer.
There were two smaller versions of him standing next to him.
Lu Ting squatted down, his eyes red: "Call daddy."
My son stood in front of me and said, "My mother said that it only takes a DNA report."
The next day, he blocked the door with a report.
I opened the door: "What do you want?"
He smiled: "Wen Yining, it's you who will marry me this time."
