My Ex Is with His Green Tea? I Faked My Death and Became a Billionaire Hong Kong Tycoon

After marrying Lu Zheng, the youngest chief of staff in the military district, Shen Zhiyi never tried to compete for his affection.

She only wanted to uncover the truth behind her mother’s mysterious car accident.

But the “benefactor’s younger sister,” his old flame, kept pushing her, and her husband always took the other woman’s side.

When Shen Zhiyi was left at home with a high fever, he rushed another woman to the hospital in his arms.

When she was framed for leaking secrets, he personally locked her in a freezing solitary confinement cell.

As she curled up on the concrete floor, she finally pieced together the whole truth:

The family he had desperately protected was the one that killed her mother.

If that was how it was, Shen Zhiyi would take her own life back.

A raging fire, a wedding ring scrubbed clean of evidence, a charred corpse.

Shen Zhiyi was dead.

The man who had always been cold and ruthless dug through the ruins with his bare hands until the flesh was gone from his fingers.

He moved into the solitary confinement cell with her urn, talking to himself every night. He went mad for three whole years.

Three years later, at a national investment summit,

a Hong Kong tycoon’s female CEO, dressed in bespoke designer clothes and commanding a fortune worth tens of billions, made her grand entrance on the arm of a financial magnate.

The entire room was stunned.

In the pouring rain, the once untouchable chief of staff cast aside his military honors and pride, dropping to his knees in the mud.

“Zhiyi... Please, just look at me.”

She brushed the rain from her hem and looked at him as if he were a stranger.

“Sir, you’ve got the wrong person. My name is Shen Nanxing.”