My Ex-Wife Thought I Was Poor, So I Married the Richest Woman Alive

For three years, Lu Yuan kept his true abilities hidden, devoting everything he had to making Shen Youchu the female CEO of Jiangcheng. He asked for little, only that his younger sister be kept safe, but fate had other plans. His sister suddenly became critically ill, and the only medicine that could save her was taken by Shen Youchu and fed to the pet dog of her beloved, which had only scraped its skin. “Your sister's life isn't worth as much as my sweetheart's dog.” Shen Youchu's coldness crushed Lu Yuan's patience for good. He signed the divorce papers and left with nothing, without leaving himself any room to turn back. Shen Youchu sneered at him. “Without me, you're worse off than a beggar. You'll be begging me to remarry you in three days!” But as soon as she finished speaking, ten Apache helicopters roared overhead outside the civil affairs bureau, while a hundred Rolls-Royces sealed off the street in a show of force! Ye Qingcheng, the Empress of the Capital's elite circle, wore a custom wedding dress and knelt on one knee, offering him a black card with both hands. “Divine Lord, the three-year term is over. We welcome you back! I offer the entire capital's elite circle as your bride price. Marry me!” In an instant, all of Lu Yuan's sealed top-tier secret identities were revealed, sending shockwaves around the world! Later, the Shen family went bankrupt, and his beloved's reputation was ruined. Shen Youchu knelt in the torrential rain, kowtowing and weeping blood as she begged him to take her back. Ye Qingcheng stood protectively in front of Lu Yuan and kicked her away. “Take a good look at yourself. Do you think you're worthy of touching my divine one?”