You Demote Me to a Bedchamber Maid? I'll Storm the Wedding Hall with a Mysterious Tycoon

Shen Changgeng sold pork trotter rice to pay for Lin Zhiyuan's education, spending all her savings.

When Lin Zhiyuan passed the imperial examinations, he climbed the social ladder and married a princess instead.

Shen Changgeng angrily tore up their marriage contract.

He could deceive her feelings, but he could forget about taking her money!

On her way to collect the debt, she accidentally hit a mysterious man on the head and gave him amnesia.

Looking at his devastatingly handsome face and his muscles rippling with murderous intent, Shen Changgeng had a brilliant idea. She would put him to good use.

On the day the top scholar and the princess were married, Shen Changgeng brought the cold-faced, deadly man to their door.

She clicked her abacus and read out the bill, while he smashed the redwood table behind her with one palm.

"I took care of the banquet table up front for you."

"I broke that unfaithful bastard's legs for you."

The wedding banquet was wrecked, but the princess wasn't angry at all. Instead, she respectfully bowed to the deadly man. "Uncle."

The whole capital went mad: the Marquis of Chunkang, who held power over the court, was actually acting as a bodyguard for a woman who sold pork trotter rice?

Shen Changgeng was dumbfounded too: the man she'd hit over the head with a brick and given amnesia was the princess's uncle?

That very night, Shen Changgeng packed up and ran.

She hadn't even crossed the threshold when a pair of broad hands easily scooped her back up.

"We still haven't settled the score for that brick."

Shen Changgeng trembled. "I'll pay you."

His eyes brimmed with love and desire.

"Money is so crass. Why don't we talk about something more exciting instead?"