I Married Beijing’s Living Hades by Mistake, and Now He Tempts Me Every Day

The good news: The husband I married after a casual blind date is broad-shouldered, slim-waisted, and impossibly handsome.

The bad news: He’s a poor security guard who earns only three thousand a month and lives in a bare-bones apartment.

The even worse news: To spare her husband’s pride, You Yan, the dark web’s top hacker with a net worth in the hundreds of billions, has to keep her secret identity under wraps and spend every day with him in their leaky, run-down apartment, fighting over eggs on sale for 9.9 yuan with free shipping!

By day, they put on a show for each other.

A nasty relative tries to buy her off with five million yuan. “Take the money and get out of this wealthy family!”

You Yan takes the check with tears in her eyes, then blindly types a line of code in her pocket. Three seconds later, the villain’s company declares bankruptcy.

By night, they each keep the other’s secret identity under wraps.

Fifty thugs corner them in a dead-end alley. Her security-guard husband is so scared he shoves a hen into her arms. “Close your eyes, honey!”

Then he transforms into a suit-wearing brute and wipes them all out in ten seconds. Afterward, he innocently spreads his hands before the police. “Officer, I’m just a security guard. I used the eighth set of broadcast calisthenics to defend myself.”

They both think they’ve kept their secrets from each other perfectly, constantly testing the limits of how close they can get to being exposed.

Until one day, the dark web’s top mercenary and top hacker run into each other at an underground market and fight it out.

In the middle of the clash, You Yan stares at the terrifying king of the capital’s wealthy elite, who has one hand clamped around her slender waist, and falls into deep thought.

Wait... Why does this billionaire smell like Liushen toilet water, the kind she just bought for 9.9 yuan on Pinduoduo yesterday and forced her security-guard husband to wear?!

Her “poor security guard” pins her against the floor-to-ceiling window of their 200-million-yuan penthouse and ties her wrists with his necktie. His voice is low and dangerous. “Honey, those hands that fight over discounted eggs sure are good at typing hacker code, huh?”

You Yan swallows. “Mr. Security Guard, hear me out...”