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Nineteen-year-old Su Xingnuo has a good appearance - a slim waist and long legs, and misty eyes, but she doesn't realize it. When this immortal beauty fell into the eyes of the prince of Beijing, Mo Chenzhou, he was destined to be unable to escape. Everyone thought she was just a dodder who clung to the rich and powerful, even Mo Chenzhou thought so - she was soft, obedient, and always available, as soft as a handful of water on the bed, letting him take whatever he wanted. But he didn't know that beneath this soft skin was a soul that had survived a laboratory explosion, a battlefield exile, and a military court. She spent three years converting the money, houses and investments he gave her into assets in her own name bit by bit. Every companionship is an income; every "I love you" is an interest calculation. Until one day, she found a marriage certificate in his drawer. "It turns out I'm a mistress." She wiped off her lipstick in front of the mirror and curled her lips, "Then don't blame me for being more cruel." Later, the proudest man in Beijing received an engagement invitation. The bride is her, the groom is not him. He searched for her like crazy, but she only sent a photo - her hand wearing someone else's ring. The accompanying text only has two words: "Checkout."