Mrs. Lu, Let’s Remarry

Three years ago, Song Ruyi married Mr. Lu, the richest man in Yuncheng, to save her mother. Three years later, Song Ruyi was making her way through the streets of Jingcheng with a little tagalong. One day, the little tagalong's curiosity got the better of them. While Song Ruyi wasn't looking, they twisted the throttle on the electric scooter. Song Ruyi panicked and made a desperate maneuver. But they still slammed into the rear of the luxury car in front of them, smashing a taillight. Song Ruyi was dumbfounded. She had seen this car in Mr. Lu's garage, and he'd told her it was extremely expensive. Even if she only had to replace the taillight, years of food deliveries wouldn't be enough to pay for it. Song Ruyi wanted to run. But the little tagalong hugged her and burst into tears. “Waaah, Mommy, are you going to sell me to them to pay for the car?” Song Ruyi: “...” What on earth went on in that little head all day? “No, Mommy won't do that.” Song Ruyi calmed the little tagalong down, but missed her best chance to escape. A shadow stood in front of them. “Miss, please get in the car.” Song Ruyi: “...” The owner was in the car? Song Ruyi shakily climbed into the car with the little tagalong in her arms. The moment she saw who was inside, her mind went blank and she fainted on the spot. Before she passed out, she heard the little tagalong crying again. “Mommy, Mommy, don't die...” “Don't worry, your mommy isn't dead. She just fainted.” From fright. Mr. Lu left out those last three words. “Huh? She's not dead?” The little tagalong rubbed their eyes. “How do you know?” “Because...” Mr. Lu leaned closer, staring intently at the unconscious woman. “I want to know too.” Was he, Lu Jingnan, really so terrifying in this woman's eyes? Could she really faint just from looking at him?