Su Wan is four years older than Lu Shiyan.
After a ridiculous one-night stand, the two naturally fell in love for three years.
In those three years, Lu Shiyan lost the arrogance of a wealthy young master, washed her hands and made soup, and all he saw was her.
But Su Wan was too sober.
She knows very well that it is not easy to be the canary of a wealthy family. She just wants an ordinary job without having to look at people's faces.
So, she left a breakup letter, blocked all his contact information, and married an ordinary man who was down-to-earth.
She thought she would never interact with him again in this life.
Until that company's annual meeting, Lu Shiyan, as the group's crown prince, arrived like a star.
That night, as soon as she stepped into the house, a pair of iron arms pressed against the entrance door.
The man's eyes were filled with frightening anger, and his voice was trembling like crazy:
"Sister, would you rather marry a pauper who even spends half a month trying to buy you a bag?"
"You won't even look back at me?"
He pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head. His tone was as humble as dust, yet so arrogant:
"Divorce."
"Or... I'll make him unable to stand up for the rest of his life. Which one do you choose?"
