My Ex-Wife Thought I Was Poor, So I Married a Billionaire War Goddess

To pay for his wife’s treatment, Chu Feifan sealed his own qi and willingly spent three years as a househusband. In secret, he lifted the Lin family, which was on the verge of bankruptcy, into the ranks of billionaires.

But after his wife took the CEO’s seat, she returned smelling of another man’s cologne and coldly handed him divorce papers. “Besides cooking and taking care of the kids, what can you give me? Young Master Song can help me climb the social ladder, while you only embarrass me.”

Chu Feifan didn’t make a scene. He calmly signed the papers, then precisely withdrew every bit of the secret protection and support he had given her, as if performing surgery.

“Just as you wish.”

On the day he left with nothing, military vehicles lined up outside the civil affairs bureau. Ye Qingcheng, China’s foremost female war goddess and daughter of a trillion-yuan tycoon, knelt on one knee. “I beg Your Highness to come out of retirement! If you say the word, my trillion-yuan fortune, along with me, will all be your dowry!”

After the divorce, his ex-wife thought she was getting a fresh start, never realizing that without Chu Feifan, her world would collapse in an instant.

When she was trampled underfoot by the powerful and, driven mad, knelt in the rain begging Chu Feifan to take her back, the lofty war goddess wrapped an arm around Chu Feifan’s waist and looked down at her. “CEO Lin, my husband has a good temper, but I don’t. Take one more step toward him, and I’ll kill you.”