[Substitute bride + mind reading + unhinged inner monologue + real and fake heiresses + love after marriage + devoted couple + everyone loves gossip]
[A seemingly whimpering, delicate flower who's actually a dramatic human telegraph machine VS a seemingly chaste, untouchable beauty who's actually a self-deluding, jealous financial tycoon]
Rumor has it that Fu Hechuan, the ruthless, cold-blooded financial magnate of the imperial capital, is terrifying. Shen Chuning, the fake heiress sent as a substitute bride, is forced into the Fu family to “live as a widow.”
On their wedding night, her eyes red and her body trembling, she says, “Honey, I just want to stay and take care of you.”
Fu Hechuan gives her a frosty look and is about to throw her out when a brazen inner voice rings in his head:
[Just die already! Once this old man kicks the bucket, I'll inherit his hundred-billion fortune and hire a hundred male models with eight-pack abs for a yacht party tomorrow!]
Fu Hechuan: ?
From then on, the whole capital waits for Shen Chuning to be thrown out of the house.
But what they get instead is
A scheming heiress stirs up trouble. Shen Chuning acts wounded, but inside she's spilling the tea: [You're dressed like a fairy, but do you know your precious fiancé got nabbed in a vice crackdown last night?]
The next second, Fu Hechuan cuts off the heiress's family funds and broadcasts the raid footage online for everyone to see.
A bunch of awful relatives show up asking for money. Her inner voice goes wild: [Those old geezers still want cash? May you lose your underwear playing mahjong tonight!]
That very day, Fu Hechuan catches the relatives cooking their books and sends them straight to prison to work the sewing machines.
Shen Chuning is stunned: [I haven't even started fighting for the man yet. How did all the awful people get physically sent to the afterlife? Could this old man have a crush on me?]
That night, the man pins her against the wall, the corners of his eyes reddening, his voice husky. “Done pretending? Weren't you going to hire a hundred male models? Take a look at my abs. Are they enough to make up for all hundred?”
