Chapter 1 — I rely on the sound of my heart to lie down and win

My husband's stepdaughter shredded my high-end dress into shreds. My eyes turned red and I gently stroked the boy's head:

"It's okay, as long as you're happy."

But inside he was screaming wildly: 【Damn boy! It's your limited edition worth one million yuan! Tonight, I'll add royal jelly to your milk!】 The wealthy husband gave me a harsh prenuptial agreement and said coldly:

“Recognize your identity. Don't dream about things that don't belong to you.”

I nodded obediently:

“Yes, husband. I just love you for who you are.”

In my heart, I laughed coldly: 【Old man, when you die, I will use all my billions of assets to raise a handsome boy with six packs!】 The next day, my stepson blushed and brought me a glass of milk with added sugar. And the cold-faced husband who never came home not only tore up the agreement, but also fired all the bodyguards with eight-pack abs. ## 01

"Madam, please come to the study."

The butler stood outside the door, his eyes as if he were looking at a canary that had just been locked into a cage. I bowed my head and smoothed out the hem of my skirt, my voice was so soft it seemed like it could squeeze out water.

“Okay, I'll go now.”

【What are you urging? The old man hasn't even slept at night, is he planning to compete with the King of Hell for achievements?】 The butler slipped and almost crashed into a vase. I looked at him strangely. He immediately bowed his head:

“Madam, please.”

When I entered the study room, Pho Kinh Han was sitting in a black leather chair. The light fell on his brow bone, cold as a blade. On the table is a file of documents. He pushed it in front of me.

“Sign.”

I see the title.

“Additional Prenuptial Agreement”.

Side A is Pho Kinh Han, side B is Lam Ha. The content is extremely "humane". Within three years after getting married, I was not asked to divide the couple's common property. Do not interfere with the inheritance rights of the Pho family. Do not take advantage of your position as Deputy Lady for personal gain. No access to the core assets of the Pho family. When divorced, I was only compensated for a small apartment in the city center. I almost laughed out loud. 【Small apartment? Are you giving alms to stray cats?】 【This lady didn't marry you because of your love! I'm aiming for your family's trillion-dollar fortune and your son's lucky money!】 Pho Kinh Han's hand holding the fountain pen paused. He looked up at me.

“Are you not satisfied?”

My eyes immediately turned red and I quickly got into character.

"No. Kinh Han, you know your identity."

"I didn't marry you for money."

【Nonsense, of course not just for money. There's also status, jewelry, yachts, private planes, and the legal right to scold you.】 Fu Jinghan's face visibly darkened. I continued to gently say:

“I just want to take good care of you and the baby.”

【Take care of you father and son, eat well and sleep well, live two less episodes.】 In the study room, it was scary quiet. Pho Kinh Han stared at me, as if meeting me for the first time. Being looked at by him sent chills down my spine. 【What are you looking at? Have you never seen a woman who is both beautiful and cruel?】 Right after that, the study door was pushed open. A boy about seven or eight years old stood outside the door with his arms crossed. Deputy Tri Du. Pho Kinh's biological son Weld. Also a stepchild, I just accepted the position of stepmother today. The boy looked at me coldly.

“I don't need her to be my mother.”

I immediately squatted down and smiled kindly.

"It's okay if you don't like me. I'll try to make you accept me."

【It's okay not to accept, after all, after your father died, you still have to call me guardian.】 Pho Tri Du's small face turned pale. The boy took half a step back, hiding behind Pho Kinh Han. Pho Kinh Han's eyes looking at his son also changed. I didn't pay attention. I only saw scraps of fabric scattered on the floor. It's a high-end dress that was just delivered to me this morning. Tonight I have to wear it to attend the Pho family's family party. Now, it has been turned into a mop. Pho Tri Du raised his chin.

“I cut it.”

I was stunned. The heart begins to drip blood. One million. Limited edition. Hand-embroidered in Paris. Champagne gold is my favorite color. I trembled and reached out to stroke the boy's head.

"It's okay, I'm happy."

【Damn boy! Tonight the milk will be doubled! After that, she will lecture advanced math for three hours to lull you to sleep!】 Pho Tri Du's ears immediately turned red. The boy's eyes widened, as if he had just seen a ghost. Before I could react, he suddenly picked up pieces of cloth on the ground and stuffed them into my lap.

“I... I didn't mean it.”

I smiled gently.

“It's really okay.”

【You better really didn't mean it, otherwise tomorrow I'll donate all your Ultraman to the children in the mountains.】 Pho Tri Du's lips curled up.

“Don't donate.”

My smile stiffened.

“What?”

Pho Kinh Han also looked at the boy. Pho Tri Du immediately closed his mouth. The atmosphere in the study room became strange. It wasn't until later that I felt a chill run down my spine. 【Strange, why do these father and son look as if they heard me scolding them?】 Pho Kinh Han lowered his eyes and lightly tapped the agreement with his fingertips.

“No need to sign anymore.”

My eyes lit up. 【Is your conscience rising? Are you prepared to give me fifty billion directly?】 He leisurely tore the agreement in half.

“Observe first.”

I smiled obediently.

“I heard you all.”

【Observe your grandfather.】 Pho Kinh Han: “…” Pho Tri Du: “…” That night, I was not allowed to drink wine to celebrate marrying into a wealthy family. Because Pho Kinh Han suddenly ordered the withdrawal of all male bodyguards. The reason is to upgrade the security system. I looked at the line of handsome men with broad shoulders and slim waists outside the door being invited away one by one, and my heart felt like it was breaking. 【Old man, you can cut off my fortune, but cutting off my spiritual food is murder.】 Pho Kinh Han stood on the second floor, his face as cold as ice. Pho Tri Du held a glass of milk and secretly looked at me. In that glass of milk, three spoons of sugar were added. I squinted my eyes. This house is starting to get weird.