Seven Years of Marriage Left Her Heart Dead, So She Filed for Divorce With a Trillion-Dollar Fortune

For seven years, Xin Xue kept her marriage secret, setting aside her pride to cook and serve her husband. At the Fu Group, she was a low-level administrator anyone could trample on, all just to warm the heart of her stone-cold husband, Fu Ciyan. Until the day of her thirtieth birthday, when rain poured down in sheets. She pushed open the front door, brimming with joy, only to hear the daughter she had risked her life to give birth to complain in disgust: “Mom has such a bad temper. I wish Aunt Chuyou could be my real mom!” And her husband, the haughty man who could barely spare her a smile, was kneeling tenderly on the floor, massaging another woman’s ankle, lavishing resources on her, and throwing her a lavish birthday celebration. That woman was the illegitimate younger sister who had driven Xin Xue and her mother out of their home and stolen their place all those years ago! Her heartless father favored someone else, her own daughter turned against her, and her husband betrayed her. Seven years of devotion might as well have been fed to a dog. Xin Xue’s heart finally went cold. She tossed down a divorce agreement, took off her old, faded trench coat, and walked away without looking back. Everyone thought that the penniless, shameless ex-wife Xin Xue would not last three days outside the Fu family. Then, at a world-famous, top-tier Asia-Pacific finance summit, the Wall Street queen of quantitative venture capital, famed for her ruthless decisiveness and returning to the scene after seven years in retirement, made a dazzling entrance in a red dress and calmly took control of a trillion-yuan capital storm! Everyone was stunned. What poor old housewife? She was a financial powerhouse who could casually give her uncle eighty million in spending money and shake the entire capital world with a single word! Later, the once-arrogant heir to a powerful family in the capital went completely mad. Eyes bloodshot, he cornered her in a hallway at a banquet and clung to her desperately, his voice trembling with anger. “Divorce? Xin Xue, don’t even think about it!” And the ungrateful daughter who had once begged for a new mom clung to her leg in tears, pleading with her to come home. Xin Xue’s red lips curled into a faint smile as she looked down at them. “Mr. Fu, make an appointment if you want to see me. I charge by the second.” “As for the daughter? Let’s just say I suffered a hemorrhage giving birth to a little brat!”