The Capital's Richest Heir Can Read Minds, So I Strike It Rich by Courting Death

Song Shiwei transmigrates into an old-fashioned CEO romance novel as the vicious ex-wife who forces the male lead to marry her in order to fulfill her grandfather’s dying wish. According to the plot, three months later she’ll be thrown out with nothing, and eventually die miserably on the street.

Faced with this mess, Song Shiwei lets out a cold laugh. “Three months? I can’t wait another day! I just have to go through the motions and get my divorce settlement, right?” By day, she plays the devoted, groveling fool. By night, she schemes up investments and builds her career under the covers.

Who could have guessed that her abstinent, icy-cold husband, Fu Yanci, a top financial tycoon who can barely stand to look at her, would suddenly be able to hear her thoughts!

“Yanci, I made you chicken soup. Careful, it’s hot.” Song Shiwei’s eyes turn red.

[Drink up, drink up! I hope you choke on it, you scumbag! As long as you sign the divorce papers today, I’ll take my ten-billion-yuan breakup fee and immediately hire eight male models, each 188 centimeters tall, to keep me company all night!]

The spoon in Fu Yanci’s hand crumples instantly. Through clenched teeth, he says, “Song Shiwei, I’m not divorcing you anymore, and you can forget about those male models!”

Song Shiwei: ??? What is wrong with you? What happened to the female lead who was supposed to be your one true love?