After the Divorce, I Want My Dowry, Not My Son

On the day Lu Ancheng and I divorced, he brought out the box containing my grandmother's keepsakes and forced me to choose. “Our son or the dowry box. Pick one.” I glanced at Lu Xuan, who was afraid I'd choose him, and replied calmly, “The dowry box.” Lu Xuan happily threw himself into Lu Ancheng's arms. “Dad, let's go horseback riding with Aunt Qingqing later!” They naively thought they had me right where they wanted me. Little did they know, I had never intended to choose this ungrateful son in the first place. And the so-called keepsake from my grandmother was nothing more than a trophy I'd won after completing my mission.