On my third wedding anniversary, I made the cake for three hours.
Lu Hanzhou came home and took a look: "I've eaten it, you can eat it yourself."
I put the cake in the trash can and submitted a resume that night.
The next day, the richest man in the city called in person: "Mr. Lu, I've poached your wife, with an annual salary of one billion."
Lu Hanzhou rushed to the company to block me: "What do you know?"
I signed the contract in front of him: "You'll know."
Later he knelt in front of me and asked for remarriage. I said
"Mr. Lu, you signed the divorce agreement, don't default on it."
