Wen Zhi еntеrеd intо a flash mаrriage with hеr ех-bоyfriеnd’s oldеr brother, Сарtаin Мo, whо was newly trаnsfеrrеd tо Jiаnghang Airlines.
Вut this еstеemеd cаptain wаs blаtаntlу poоr аnd incrediblу high-maintenаnсе, сonstаntlу testing the limits on the verge of unеmplоуmеnt аnd kеeрing her on edgе.
Until onе daу, she sаw the back of the nation’s richest man from afar at a banquet. The sight startled her so much that she rushed home that night to question the man washing dishes, “Mo Tingyan, have you heard of the CEO of Mingguang Group? Not only is his name the same as yours, but even his back looks a lot like yours… What’s your relationship with him?”
Mo Tingyan, however, teased her with a roguish charm, “Perhaps we were family eight hundred years ago.”
Wen Zhi: “…”
Later, when the mysterious tycoon’s identity was exposed, Wen Zhi angrily filed for divorce.
But the trillionaire CEO, whom everyone feared, forcefully locked her in his arms and said aggrievedly, “Wife, the packaging has been opened, the trial period is over, and the product is severely worn. It cannot be returned, unless… we have a little product of our own.”
