The night Jiang Chuyue was kicked out of the wealthy family by a scheme, she picked up a man in a wrinkled suit and a tired face at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau to have a flash marriage.
The man said that his company was bankrupt, he only had 200 yuan left in his bank card, and he couldn't even pay the rent.
Jiang Chuyue looked at his ascetic and beautiful face, gritted her teeth and mortgaged her only jewelry repair shop.
"It's okay, I'll take care of you."
From then on, she set up a jewelry stall during the day and studied how to support her poor husband decently at night.
Buy him discounted shirts, cook cheap nutritious meals, teach him interview skills, and even secretly reimburse him for transportation expenses.
Until the former wealthy family came to her door and asked her for a divorce with a check worth one billion.
Jiang Chuyue was shaking with anger as she protected the man behind her.
"My husband has no money and it's not his turn to be bullied by you!"
The man who had been silent for a long time behind him raised his eyes and dialed the phone calmly.
"Stop the Gu's acquisition. The stock price will hit the limit tomorrow. Don't scare my wife."
She thought she had a little puppy, but she didn't expect it to be a wolf king in sheep's clothing.
