Lin Wanwan, a female doctor of chemistry, stayed up late to revise her thesis and fell into the wedding ceremony of the Hou Mansion.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the "sick" groom holding a sword to his neck: "You are divorced."
She yawned and looked at the divorce letter: "The format is wrong, rewrite it."
The vicious second room found a witchcraft doll to punish her. She took the doll and dismantled it in public: "The needle is new and the cloth is the second room's exclusive share. How about we check the warehouse account book?"
The house was full of moths and was skimping on expenses, so she moved the door panels and painted them with ink to make a blackboard, and introduced a KPI assessment + last-place elimination system: "Those with the lowest scores at the end of the month will pack up and leave."
The whole government was in an uproar, and the 30-year-old grandma fainted from tears on the spot. She took out the account book and slapped it: "The monthly kitchen report is eighty taels, and the market price is fifty taels per day. Where did the thirty taels go?"
And the sickly man who said he wanted to divorce her secretly ate the moistening pills given to her in the middle of the night. The next day, he stood at her door with dark circles under his eyes: "Madam, can you give me another bowl of that... Formula?"
She pinched his chin and checked the tongue coating: "Excessive liver fire, constipation, and insomnia. Are you tired after pretending to be sick for three years?"
The Hou Ye's pupils were shaking, and murderous intent flashed through him. She patted him on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous. I'm your wife. How can I harm you?"
