I Tore Up the Marriage Contract from the Start, Yet Everyone Spoils Me

“Su Muchen, if you dare break off our engagement, I'll jump!”

On the rooftop of Jiangzhou's tallest building, a trillion-yuan CEO stood facing the wind, her eyes filled with resolve.

Su Muchen's head throbbed. He'd only been ordered to come down from the mountain and go through the motions of breaking off nine engagements. How had things come to this?

Before he could speak, the roar of a sports car suddenly sounded behind him.

The underground queen stepped out in a red dress, holding a whip, and sneered, “If you want to die, President Lin, then jump already. Su Muchen is mine alone!”

Just then, a helicopter circled overhead, and China's goddess of war descended from the sky. “Bullshit! Who dares steal my fiancé?”

Looking at this apocalyptic battlefield, Su Muchen sighed.

He was a grandmaster at the pinnacle of martial arts, peerless in both medicine and combat, and could snatch people from the hands of death itself. Yet he couldn't handle these nine stunning women.

Worse still, his cold, stunning senior sisters, who always took his side, sent him a message: “Little junior brother, we heard someone is trying to steal you? Wait there. Your senior sisters are bringing an army of a hundred thousand to raze Jiangzhou!”

Su Muchen: “...Just destroy the world. I'm tired.”