Kiss Sting: the Fatal Favor of the Cold-Hearted CEO

Three years ago, Lu Chenzhou bought my dignity with a contract. "Being Mrs. Lu, your father's debt will be canceled in one fell swoop." The frost in his eyes was colder than the contract. After three years of marriage, I was meek and quiet. Until the day his Bai Yueguang returned to China. I handed over the divorce agreement: "Mr. Lu, it's time for the drama to end." He slowly tore up the agreement and pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window: "Who allows you to call me Mr. Lu?" Later, the whole city knew that the leader of the Lu family knelt in the heavy rain and smashed the moonlight on the ground in order to recover his wife who had fled.