Three years ago, Wu Chen bound himself to the “System of Tempering the Heart in the Mortal World,” sealing away a trillion-dollar fortune and his identity as the head of a financial conglomerate. He willingly became the unseen househusband behind Yang Man, a third-tier actress.
For three years, he secretly deployed countless resources, single-handedly elevating Yang Man into a top-tier star and queen of the entertainment industry.
But after achieving fame and success, Yang Man decided Wu Chen was nothing but a useless burden.
Outside the divorce office, Yang Man arrogantly tossed out the divorce papers. Beside her stood the legendary, untouchable “Young Master of the Capital.”
“Wu Chen, sign the papers. You’re not even fit to tie my shoes now. Young Master Li is the one I really rely on!”
Faced with his ex-wife’s mockery and her new lover’s pressure, Wu Chen smiled faintly and signed without hesitation.
The instant the agreement took effect, a cold, mechanical voice rang in his mind:
“Three-year term complete. System unsealed! Congratulations, Host, your identity as the shadowy Boss of the Kunlun conglomerate has been restored. One trillion in assets has been credited!”
The next second, a hundred Rolls-Royces roared in and sealed off the street. His stunning private secretary led a thousand bodyguards in black as they bowed in unison. “Welcome back, Boss!”
As for the Young Master who had been acting so arrogantly moments earlier, after taking a phone call, his knees went weak with fright. He dropped to his knees before Wu Chen and slapped himself repeatedly!
Watching Yang Man stand there in disarray, disbelief all over her face, Wu Chen said coldly, “Let’s go. I’ve got fishing plans with an old friend today.”
From that day on, the world lost a humble househusband and gained a ruthless mogul with power over everything.
Later, Yang Man lost everything and sobbed in despair in the rain, begging him to take her back.
Wu Chen: “Get lost. Don’t dirty my private island.”