"Lin Yan, you are nothing but handsome. Let's break up!"
On the eve of graduation, Lin Yan, who had only 250 yuan left in his pocket, was dumped in the street by his money-worshiping girlfriend.
Just as everyone was about to watch the joke, a serial-numbered Rolls-Royce suddenly stopped in front of him.
Shen Qingxue, the female CEO of Bingshan worth hundreds of billions in Jiangcheng, stepped out of the car and slapped a cohabitation agreement on Lin Yan's chest:
"With a monthly salary of one million, move into my manor and be my contract husband!"
It turned out that the stubborn old man Lin Yan saved yesterday was actually the richest man, Mr. Shen!
The moment the contract was signed, the [Critical Strike System] was activated!
As long as you spend your wife's money and go against the rules, you can get ten times and a hundred times the critical reward!
From then on, the other sons-in-law were obedient, but Lin Yan struck hard.
Shen Qingxue: "This is a high-end suit worth hundreds of thousands bought for you."
Lin Yan curled his lips: "The aesthetics are so tacky, just wear it. Ding! The reward is one billion in cash + god-level medical skills!"
Not long after, his ex-girlfriend looked at Lin Yan, who had become the world's richest man, and knelt down, crying and begging for reconciliation.
Lin Yan put his hands in his pockets: "Sorry, my current co-pilot, you don't even deserve to breathe."
