Reborn, I Divorced First, and Then a Billionaire Heiress Begged Me to Spoil Her

The Civil Affairs Bureau's seal came down, and Lu Yan tossed aside the villa keys and walked away without looking back.

During their three years of marriage, he ruined his stomach for his ex-wife and rewrote proposal after proposal, only to hear her say, "We're not in the same world anymore."

Given another life, all he wants is to rent an old house, stew some ribs, and sleep beneath the grapevines until he wakes naturally.

But just as he lifts the pot lid, the talented painter next door, with her fair skin and long legs, and a neckline that never seems to stay put, knocks on his door with a bowl in hand.

"Lu, my place ran out of gas... Can I join you for a meal? I... I can do the dishes."

"Just the dishes?" Lu Yan leans against the doorframe, his gaze slipping from her face to her collarbone. "That's not enough."

From then on, fights over the bathroom, turf wars over the sofa, and accidentally wearing each other's shirts in the middle of the night... The flames of flirtation grow hotter with every meal.

His ex-wife comes to pick a fight in her high heels and pushes open the garden gate, only to see Lu Yan feeding a peeled crayfish to that girl.

And the girl the entire internet calls a "poor painter" is actually the only daughter of a tycoon with assets worth hundreds of billions.

She isn't unable to afford food.

She just wants to stay by his side for the rest of her life.