In this life, Shen Qinghe is best at two things: making money and making Huo Tingchen think she loves him.
On the day their marriage contract expired, she gave her ex-husband a parting gift: evidence that the Huo family's second branch had bled the company dry, and a scandalous headline broadcast live across Hong Kong.
Everyone thought she would be weeping her eyes out.
Instead, she took her astronomical divorce settlement and stormed into the entertainment and real estate industries, becoming Xiangjiang's youngest queen of capital.
Huo Tingchen was convinced that this woman still loved him.
“She didn't cry or make a scene after the divorce. She's using work to numb herself.”
“She called me an idiot. Hitting is affection, scolding is love.”
“She hasn't spoken to me in three days. She's just avoiding her feelings for me.”
He bought the most expensive billboard in all of Hong Kong, right across from her company, and put up a cheesy pickup line every day.
Hong Kong's citizens followed the updates more eagerly than they followed the stock market.
Shen Qinghe walked by and glanced at the latest line: “You're Aisin-Gioro, my little sweetheart.”
She told her assistant, “Go send him a bouquet of white chrysanthemums. Write four words on the card: Please accept my condolences.”
