Wife of the Richest Man
Shen Linyue, who died an untimely death, is reborn as Mrs. Zhang Guoguo, wife to the richest man in Asia. All the love she once longed for in her past life is now hers in abundance. Her husband, Luo Minglang, is devoted to her, fulfilling her every wish. A glimpse into their world: "Do you know what kind of hero I want to be in this life?" "No idea. Superman? Batman? Spiderman?" "Your man!" She is utterly defenseless against her husband's deep affection, yet the grudges of her past still gnaw at her heart, refusing to let her rest. "Please, stop running around. I don't want to spend my life catching glimpses of you from the corner of my eye—I want to spend my whole life with you." The male protagonist is unwaveringly devoted, embodying every quality you ever dreamed of in your ideal man. If you enjoy the story, remember to follow along. For every fifty diamonds, an extra chapter will be released; for every hundred votes, another will be added.
Wife of the Richest Man
In the depths of the night, every gust of wind sneaking past the cold iron bars sent a chill straight through the bones. The slow, measured footsteps grew ever clearer, and she lifted her face, half-hidden by her disheveled hair, peering through the strands to see the distinguished man before her with perfect clarity.
"The court has finalized our divorce. On the third day of next month, I will marry An Ruier. I came here today to inform you, and to put an end to the farce that was our marriage."
His voice was calm, detached, as if addressing a stranger. At last, a faint, desolate smile touched her lips.
"The third day of next month is the day of my execution. Did you choose it on purpose? Is it your way of bidding farewell to the past and embracing a new life?" As she spoke, a bitter laugh slipped from her lips. She cared nothing for the tears and snot streaming down her face, merely leaning against the wall as memories flickered before her eyes. After a moment, she nodded slightly and looked at him. "You’re right. In terms of scheming, depth, and strategy, An Ruier is indeed a better match for you. I’ve lost—lost completely and utterly."
Gu Yiqiao remained cold and unyielding, as impeccably composed as the expensive black Burberry trench coat he wore.
"This is the last time we will meet. Is there anything else you want to say?"
Suddenly, Shen Linyue sprang to her feet, clutching the icy bars of the door, gazing at him with the last flicker of hope. "We were husband and wife for five years.
