Xuan Xiaoque, the thirty-fourth-generation heir of the Xuan Dao Temple, knows nothing about modern society. To keep the temple afloat, he's forced to come down from the mountain and earn a living.
He'd barely stepped into the big city and hadn't even figured things out when someone got him drunk and sent him to a luxurious hotel bed.
The good news: He got himself a husband for free.
The bad news: His husband thinks he was set up, and not only refuses to return to the villa, but won't give him any spending money, either.
Xuan Xiaoque thought it over, then went out and set up a fortune-telling stall by the roadside.
No money? That's fine. He'd planned to be self-sufficient and run a small business anyway.
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Lu Zhao, head of the wealthy Lu family in the capital's elite circles, was set up one day and forced to marry someone.
Seeing Xuan Xiaoque's pretty face, all innocence, while he secretly dabbled in superstitious nonsense behind Lu Zhao's back, Lu Zhao sneered to himself: So he really is a fraud.
Who knew the little fraud's very first job would solve a case involving seventeen corpses, one that even the masters of the occult dared not take?
His second job: rescuing a legendary pop diva who'd been framed.
His third: finding a wealthy heiress who'd mysteriously changed her name.
As the wealthy and powerful of the capital, famous stars, and sect ancestors all rushed to chase after the little fraud, showering him with jewelry, villas, and private jets, while the trembling president of the Occult Association desperately begged to become his disciple, even Lu Zhao's rebellious son clung to the little fraud, calling him "Daddy Xiao" over and over...
Lu Zhao was at a rare loss for words.
Then someone from their social circle approached him. "I hear you never go back to the Lu family villa and leave Xiaoque waiting like a lonely widow. Since you don't even like your spouse, why not let him go? We'd love the chance to compete for the position."
Lu Zhao: "..."
This time, Lu Zhao really did laugh with anger. He pointed at the door and said one word: "Get out."
How dare these people covet his wife?!
Besides, he'd already started coming back to the villa at night, pretending it was a coincidence, and making excuses to slip into the little fraud's bed.
Theme: Marrying into a wealthy family but supporting yourself with a roadside stall, living a happy and independent life.
