After five years of being a widow, a divorce agreement was waiting for me. Shen Mingzhe hugged his pregnant mistress and said that I was the only stain in his life.
I turned around and signed the military order, went to the Middle East in person, and won the 100 billion energy order that he had begged for three years.
At the celebration banquet, Shen Mingzhe blocked me in a corner with red eyes: "Who are you?"
Behind him, the Crown Prince of Beijing, Bao Sihan, walked slowly, knelt down on one knee, and helped me put on the diamond high-heeled shoes that I had dropped.
"Let me introduce you," I stepped on the back of his hand and chuckled, "This is my new personal bodyguard, the person you have tried so hard to kneel down and kiss, the person in charge of the Bo family."
From that day on, the Shen family went bankrupt, Bai Yueguang was disfigured, and I stood at the top of the empire and whispered to the scumbag:
"Thank you for not sleeping back then."
