Someone posted on Zhihu:
[What does a max-level woman's life look like?]
One of the top-voted replies said:
Marry the world's richest man through a marriage contract, only for your husband to die on the first day of the marriage. From then on, you don't even have to read your clients' expressions. Just inherit hundreds of billions in assets and live your best life.
Worried that people will fight over the inheritance and bully a widowed mother with no children?
No, no, no! Didn't I say she's a max-level woman? She throws a few punches and sends those weirdos off to a deserted island to farm!
Worried she'll eventually run out of money?
No, no, no! Didn't I say she's a max-level woman? She tosses money around like it's nothing. If she can spend it, she can earn it. She takes matters into her own hands and takes over a mogul's company, shooting straight to the top of the rich list!
Worried she'll be lonely and bored with life?
No, no, no! Didn't I say she's a max-level woman? She grabs whichever pretty boy she likes, then kicks him to the curb when she's tired of him!
It's hilarious. Before I got married, they called me a useless parasite. After my husband died, they started calling me a jinx.
But now,
I'm the richest woman in the world, and everyone offers me a cigarette when they see me!
Top comments:
The sweetest face, doing the wildest things.
Decoded in a second: that's the twenty-four-year-old Jing Mama I've never met!
Where's Jing Mama going to spend her money today? [doge]
Jing An looked gloomy about it:
Would you believe me if I said I just want to lie flat?
It's been 370 days since my husband died. I miss him.
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Lorenz Sandhill, head of the Sandhill family, old money and the world's richest man.
He was suspicious by nature and ruthless, and to eliminate opposition from outside the family, he carefully staged his own death.
It happened on the very day he married his wife by contract.
His wife was distressed and helpless, surrounded by people with ulterior motives, like a lamb waiting for slaughter with no way to fight back.
Lorenz took one look and quickly left.
The purge went surprisingly smoothly. Within a year, he had wrapped things up and returned to the United States.
As for his wife...
Lorenz began to wonder how he'd ever mistaken a man-eating flower for a clinging vine.
So when they unexpectedly met again, his expression was quite complicated.
"Honey, you're finally back! I knew you weren't dead!"
His contract wife abandoned a crowd of designer silk dresses and lambskin shoes, then ran toward him, her eyes brimming with tears as she declared her love.
Lorenz fell silent.
He looked at the gaggle of pretty boys behind her.
The pretty boys looked back at him.
Lorenz sneered.
Keeping pretty boys was one thing...
But why were they all his former friends?!
[That's not how you do a body-double romance!] [Your idea of love and mine don't seem to match] [Do you even know how to be a pretty boy? If you don't, I'll do it!]
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