Don't Divorce Me, Honey. Those Strays Out There Don't Love You Like I Do

Before she could even graduate from college, Lin Mian received the three greatest surprises of her life.

She awakened to the plot of a book she'd transmigrated into, discovered that her husband was the villain, and found out he had just gone bankrupt.

Faced with the deluxe package awaiting her of "broken legs, pregnancy, and being thrown into the river," Lin Mian decisively opened WeChat to find her next prospect.

"A thirty-year-old bankrupt man? No thanks. A senior with eight-pack abs is my dream guy!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a large, bony hand snatched away her phone.

Her bankrupt husband, Zuo Zhaojing, glanced at the hunky guy on the screen and gave a cold laugh.

The next day, Lin Mian discovered that all her romantic prospects had dried up.

The senior was hauled away in the middle of the night for peddling shoddy supplements at the gym.

Her rich underclassman was exposed as a notorious womanizer who actually worked a sewing machine.

And the villainous husband, rumored to be ruthless and cruel,

was wearing the cheap T-shirt she'd bought for ten yuan for two, pinning her firmly into the corner of the bathroom.

"Honey, those young guys aren't reliable. They only know how to spend your money."

"I'm different. I'm bankrupt, so I know my place."

"I'll do your laundry, cook, and keep your bed warm every day. All you have to do is give me one kiss a day. How about it?"

Looking at the "old fox" before her, muscles bulging and eyes full of schemes,

Lin Mian finally understood.

This wasn't a bankrupt villain at all. He was a cunning green tea who'd been cultivating for a thousand years!

Later, the righteous male and female leads brought people to seize the villain's assets.

They found nothing under Zuo Zhaojing's name. His trillion-yuan fortune was all registered under Lin Mian's.

Zuo Zhaojing put an arm around Lin Mian's waist and smiled innocently. "Don't look at me. I'm just a kept man. I do whatever my wife says."