(This is a new book, and its rating will gradually rise.)
For a billion yuan, Shi Xia is forced into a flash marriage with Lu Shiyu, a ruthless tycoon worth hundreds of billions.
Before the wedding, they agreed not to interfere in each other’s lives, so Shi Xia is happy to play the perfect wife in public.
Holding a ten-yuan instant soup she bought herself, Shi Xia says sweetly, “Honey, have some soup.”
But inside, she’s screaming: [Drink it! Hurry up! Finish it and get back to work! The show with those eight-pack hunks I picked out is about to start. If I’m late, I’ll miss the perfect spot to touch their abs!]
Lu Shiyu pauses. Instead of leaving, he undoes two buttons on his shirt and asks with a knowing smile, “Mrs. Lu, are the abs out there better to touch than mine?”
Shi Xia is horrified: [What the hell? This old geezer can read minds?!]
Later, the wealthy elite wait to laugh as Shi Xia gets thrown out, only to see the usually cold-blooded Lord Lu pin her firmly against a wall, his eyes reddening as he coaxes her: “Xiaxia, you called me names two fewer times in your head today. I can’t sleep. Could you insult me a few more times?”
