After My Divorce, I Rose to the Top

Three years ago, his ex-wife thought he was poor and turned around to marry a billionaire businessman. As she left, she tossed out one last remark: “Fang Yuan, you’re not good enough for me.” Three years later, she kneels at his door, crying, “A Yuan, please help me...” Fang Yuan glances at her and shuts the door. He’s no longer the poor young man who begged others on his knees. At twenty-seven, he’s a deputy bureau chief. You looked down on me back then. Now, you’re the one who can’t measure up to me.