Everyone knew that Fu Shengchao, the titan of the Beijing Circle, loved his wife more than life itself.
On the day she died in a car accident, his hair turned white overnight.
From then on, he grew more and more violent, and his relationship with his son became increasingly distant.
Father and son ended up treating each other like enemies.
Later, Fu Shengchao finally relented and agreed to find his son a stepmother.
I was among the candidates.
When our cooking skills were tested, everyone else presented delicacies fit for a banquet. I served a plate of stinky tofu.
When our talents were tested, everyone else showed off music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. I performed a set of tai chi.
When our knowledge of Fu Shengchao was tested, everyone else praised his abilities and glorious past achievements.
I leaned in and said, “CEO Fu, you have a mole on your left butt cheek.”
Fu Shengchao: “…”
That very night, I was kept behind.
Fu Shengchao pressed a gun to my temple, his expression cold.
“Talk. Who sent you?”
I dropped to my knees at once, but my eyes darted to the side.
Over there, a female ghost who had been dead for ten years was flying around in a panic. “That shouldn’t have happened! Everything I taught you was right!”
Bullshit! She also said her husband was cold on the outside but kind on the inside, and easy to coax!
