[President of a wealthy family + Marriage first, love later + Sweet and sweet story + Those in power bow their heads + HE]
On the wedding day, I transferred my husband's 60 million.
He went from being a CEO to a credit bureau, and is now moving bricks at a construction site.
The question I've been thinking about these days is:
What will you pay for next month's rent?
Don't get me wrong, I'm not regretting it.
I traveled through time, and the original owner was a lunatic. When I took over, the money was gone, the debt was already borne, and she didn't even tell me the payment password.
I have 60 million in my account and I can't spend a penny.
So now I only worry about three things every day:
Eating, sleeping, and trying to sell his luxuries to make up the rent.
As a result, the man who lost everything by me actually started cooking for me.
I held the bowl and looked at him suspiciously:
"You don't want to poison me, do you?"
He glanced at me with an expressionless expression:
"If you die, who will pay the debt?"
