Marrying on Purpose: I Got Tangled Up with a Reclusive Beijing Tycoon

Yu Xingwu had spent twenty years as a fake heiress. The real heiress schemed to throw her out with nothing and steal her graduation project, while even her biological father's death remained an unsolved mystery.

Bent on revenge, she set her sights on the “down-and-out private driver” smoking in an alley and handed him a marriage certificate. “Marry me. I'll take care of you.”

The man nudged his gold-rimmed glasses, a wildness hidden in his eyes. “I'm broke and bad-tempered. Are you sure, Miss Yu?”

After they got married, she thought she'd wed a pauper, and carefully budgeted as she drew to support their household.

Little did she know that once she fell asleep, her poor husband would casually approve a cross-border project worth five billion yuan on his phone, signing it: Fu Chenyan.

Then, at the global architecture summit, the real heiress arrived arm in arm with her fiancé, intent on ruining Yu Xingwu for good.

The most ruthless and fearsome trillion-yuan tycoon in the capital's elite circles, a living legend in architecture whom no one could surpass, crossed the room in full view of everyone and dropped to one knee to smooth her skirt.

“Mrs. Fu, do you still have enough pocket money?” His voice was low and husky. “If not, the entire Fu Group, along with me, is yours.”

[Clear-headed, sharp-tongued revenge heroine × impossibly restrained, genteel villain]