We're Divorced, So Why Should I Still Put Up With You?

For six years, he worked like a beast of burden, handed over his entire salary, and took care of every chore. All he got in return was a cold divorce agreement!

Lu Ming, a miserable 996 coder, walked away with nothing. He planned to hole up in a basement and waste away. But just after leaving the civil affairs bureau, he became bound to the [Absolutely Self-Serving, Perfect Male God System].

“Ding! Your newbie gift pack has arrived. You have received a black card loaded with ten billion!”

“System rule: The Host must spend the entire enormous allowance every day, and may only spend it on himself or on high-quality women with a beauty score of 90 or above. Remember, you must never spend a single cent on your ex-wife! Keep your laid-back attitude, and you may even score a critical hit that grants you a god-tier skill!”

At last, Lu Ming understood.

Let someone else be the lovesick fool. Given a second life, I’ll be the king of the dating game, high above them all!

A casual tip brings the top female streamer on the entire internet scrambling to buy a plane ticket and meet him that very night. He buys a ten-billion-yuan skyscraper, and the aloof, icy CEO throws herself at him. He shows off by driving a Ferrari one-handed, and a rebellious punk girl insists she’ll marry no one else.

When Lu Ming’s name resounds across the globe and he becomes a trillion-yuan tycoon and an all-around male god,

his ex-wife kneels in the pouring rain outside his door, her face full of regret. “Lu Ming, I was wrong. Can we get back together?”

With the nation’s top songstress in his arms, Lu Ming gives a careless, icy laugh. “Get lost. Don’t dirty my Persian rug.”