Madam, She Specializes in Putting People in Their Place

Everyone in the capital thought Third Young Master Fu had married a pushover, until he realized he was the one being squeezed.

On their wedding day, the groom got blind drunk at a club. Shen Jinglan smiled at the guests and said, "The ceremony is over. Eat and drink your fill, everyone."

The whole capital waited to watch the pushover get ground to dust. They had no idea that while she pulled a poisoned steel needle from her hairpin, Fu Ci was sprawled on the newlywed suite's sofa, sleeping like a dead dog.

Fu Ci laid down the law: "We each do our own thing. Stay out of my business." Shen Jinglan smiled and nodded, then immediately investigated the arms supply line he'd cut off, the hundred million-plus he'd siphoned from the Shen family, and the data he'd stolen from an underground laboratory. It took her just four days.

Fu Ci blocked her car door. "Who are you, really?" Shen Jinglan showed him a silver wing pendant. "Your wife. We just got our marriage license."

Later, he discovered she'd secretly shielded him from countless attacks. And the identity file she'd hidden for eighteen years revealed that the sole survivor of an orphanage fire, the biological daughter of Silver Wing's Number Zero, and the original specimen hunted by an international organization for twenty years were all one and the same person.

Two powerful leads, one-on-one romance, feel-good story with no angst, and every face-slapping moment comes before the next day. The heroine is the real powerhouse. The hero gets sent to the doghouse, though he has no idea he's already been kicked into the pit.