My wife gave me 200 million yuan to be widowed

The city’s golden boy bit the dust.

His stepmother offered me two hundred million dollars to mourn him as his widow for two years.

My lips twitched into a smile so wide they almost cramped.

Late that night, I was munching on snacks and binging an audio drama in the wake room.

Suddenly, a voice echoed from the altar: “Haven’t you heard this chapter already? Why are you listening to it again?”

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I graduated college, dirt poor and utterly miserable.

Just as I was playing a beggar in a film crew, the powerful Mrs. Vivian approached me.