The most outrageous thing Shen Sui’an has ever done was marry a man so poor he could barely afford to feed himself, while firmly believing he was the real young master of the Ji family, lost long ago.
Day and night, she would hold his rough hands and gaze at him tenderly. “Honey, if you ever make it big, don’t forget me. If you strike it rich, remember your poor wife who stood by you from the start.”
Then one day, a fleet of luxury cars blocked the entrance to her home. The butler respectfully handed her a DNA report. “Miss, you are the long-lost granddaughter of Old Master Ji.”
Shen Sui’an: “...?”
“Did you get it wrong? Wasn’t it my husband who went missing from the Ji family?”
“No, it was you.”
What?
Overnight, she went from a penny-pinching girl from the slums to the only heiress of one of the most powerful families in the capital.
The whole Ji family doted on her like she was their most precious treasure. Her grandfather slapped three photo albums onto the table. “Sui’an, these are all the eligible men in the capital who are both handsome and rich. Pick one to be your fiancé, and dump that poor husband of yours!”
Her older brother went straight out and rented the most exclusive male model club. A line of long-legged men bowed in unison. “Miss Shen, please let us take care of you.”
Her younger sister went even further, dragging a hugely popular top-tier star right in front of her. “Sis, is he handsome enough? If not, I’ll tie up two more for you!”
Surrounded by men until she could hardly breathe, Shen Sui’an finally broke down and waved her hands. “Stop! There are too many men. Give me a moment!”
That night, she was lounging in comfort on a three-meter-wide silk bed, dreaming of rain made of money. A dark figure climbed in through the window, bringing the chill of the night with him as he pressed her down beneath him.
“Wife, now that you’ve made it to the top, you think you can just leave me behind?”
He bit Shen Sui’an’s lip, his fingertips teasing and testing her relentlessly.
“Divorce? Not a chance!”
