Mrs. Lu Is Not to Be Messed With

On the day of my graduation ceremony, my father was arrested. Economic crimes, involving tens of billions.

I ran home from the auditorium at Jinghua University. Someone had tampered with the account books, the company shareholders turned their backs on us, and creditors showed up in the middle of the night to splash red paint on our door.

Three days later, I received a text.

“Miss Shen, I can help with your father's situation. Tomorrow at nine a.m., meet me at the Civil Affairs Bureau., Lu Huaixu”

Lu Huaixu, the youngest tycoon in Beijing's elite circles. He took over the Lu Group at twenty-five. People said he was ruthless, with a background so deep no one could get to the bottom of it.

Everyone thought I married him because I had nowhere else to turn.

Only I knew he'd secretly taken a photo of me four years ago. On the back, he'd written: “Shen Wan. One day.”

He'd been waiting for me to fall into ruin. And I'd been waiting for him to make his move.

He thought this marriage was his way of saving me.

Mr. Lu, let's see which of us is really the prey.