Everyone in the capital's elite circles knows that Lu Yanchen married Shen Zhiyi, the bankrupt heiress, simply to obey his family's rules.
For three years of marriage, he was cold as ice, while she was so meek and humble she seemed like a shadow. Even when her mother-in-law made things difficult for her and his childhood sweetheart provoked her, all she dared do was swallow her grievances with red-rimmed eyes.
The entire capital's elite circle was waiting for their agreement to expire so they could divorce. Then, on their third wedding anniversary, Lu Yanchen prepared to force her to renew the agreement by withholding the two hundred million in compensation. But he suddenly awakened the ability to hear her thoughts.
She nodded with tears in her eyes, but inside she was roaring: [That bastard won't even let me touch him. He's only thirty, but his prostate is sixty! If he doesn't give me two hundred million, I'll go expose his visits to the men's clinic!]
Lu Yanchen tore up the agreement on the spot and pinned her against the wall, his eyes bloodshot.
"The two hundred million is gone, but tonight, you're going to have me."
