Everyone thinks I'm a wealthy heiress, living a carefree life of luxury. But only I know that my life was ruined the day I caught my mother meeting her first love in secret in the study, when I was six.
I was too young to know better, so I went straight to my father and told him. He flew into a rage, beat the man, and burned down his Heartbridge Academy. That very night, all the men in the village vanished into thin air. From then on, my mother resented me and didn't look me in the eye for seventeen years.
Seventeen years later, our family business was on the verge of collapse, and my father forced me into an arranged marriage to save it. I tore up the marriage contract, stole some old letters from my mother's Buddhist shrine, and set out to settle the score with the man from back then.
On the way, I ran into a taciturn man crouched by the roadside, writing. When people teased him and told him to write “Marry me” as a confession to me, he picked up his pen and did just that. I thought his nerve was amusing, so I dragged him off to register our marriage. We agreed to divorce in two years, and I'd give him a million in compensation. I pawned an old watch my mother had left behind and gave him a hundred yuan. He said just two words: “That's enough.”
I thought I was just finding some ordinary guy to play along, but it turned out this taciturn man was the student of the man from back then, and the richest man in the city, with a fortune a hundred times greater than my family's! The whole village had been getting by for seventeen years on the rice he earned from his calligraphy, yet no one had told me that his surname was Qiao, and that he was the grandson of the country's richest man.
