I Rear-Ended a Nine-Million-Yuan Luxury Car, and the Ice-Cold CEO Forced Me to Marry Her

“Over the hill and still single? Rear-end me and you’re mine. Venmo me 50 and I’ll hear out your revenge plan.”

Lin Ye, once a fearsome God of War, grew tired of bloodshed and settled down in the city as a delivery guy earning 3,000 yuan a month. His motto: no rat race.

Who knew that from the start, he’d ride his electric scooter straight into a Porsche Panamera worth tens of millions?

A stunning, icy CEO worth hundreds of billions, Shen Qingqiu, stepped out of the car. Without a word, she dragged Lin Ye into the passenger seat and, with a snap, used superglue to seal the door shut!

“Three million for repairs, or come with me to the marriage registry and get a license. You’ll get 100,000 a month in spending money, plus room and board. Your choice!”

Faced with this windfall, Lin Ye decisively chose to live off her. “Ma’am, I don’t want to work hard anymore!”

After they married, Shen Qingqiu thought she’d found a good-for-nothing to serve as a decoy so she could focus on her career. Then one day, an international mercenary force of a hundred thousand surrounded the city, three of the world’s top assassins gathered in Jiangcheng, and Shen Qingqiu was trapped in a hopeless dead end.

Her country-bumpkin husband, who spent every day at home in boxer shorts brewing tea eggs with the finest Da Hong Pao, shuffled out of the kitchen in flip-flops, yawning.

He casually backhanded the air, and the world’s top assassin instantly burst into a cloud of blood mist!

Silence fell over the scene!

Shen Qingqiu’s worldview shattered. Her beautiful eyes trembled. “You call this a helpless househusband who can’t fend for himself?!”

Lin Ye looked innocent. “Honey, let me explain. He stepped in with his left foot first, and I didn’t like the look of him, so I gave him a little push. It was purely an accident!”