I Have Face Blindness, So I Mistook the Capital's Top Young Master for a Pitiful Pauper

Sang Ruan, a landlady with severe face blindness, found a starving man who had fainted beside a trash can in the urban village.

He wore a torn white shirt and looked utterly pitiful.

To deal with strange relatives pressuring her over an inheritance dispute and marriage, Sang Ruan casually pulled him along to register their marriage. She would feed and house him, and even give him 2,000 yuan a month in pocket money.

Lu Sihan, the ruthless young master of a financial empire in Beijing, had been set up by a family mole and gone into hiding in the urban village. He played along by pretending to be a poor, debt-ridden weakling, intending to use this naive village beauty as cover.

But then...

Her relatives sneered, "Your pretty-boy husband doesn't even have a proper job!"

Sang Ruan replied matter-of-factly, "He doesn't eat much, and he can help collect rent and deal with troublemakers. Great value for money."

A rich second-generation ex-boyfriend showed off his sports car, but Lu Sihan coldly exposed in just a few words that the car was rented and his luxury watch was fake.

Sang Ruan seriously did the math beside him. "That car guzzles gas. My secondhand electric tricycle is much more practical."

When the Lu Group's bodyguards in black finally showed up at the door, their ruthless young master was wearing a pink apron and scraping scales off a fish in the kitchen.

They heard Sang Ruan complain to her best friend, "He's so frail. I need to buy him a couple more softshell turtles to build him up."

The bodyguards outside trembled with fear. Lu Sihan pinned her against the wall with a dark look. "Honey, tonight I'll show you what it means to be strong!"