Pretending to Be Naive, Mrs. Zhou Relies on Her Husband's Favor
A calculating and influential tycoon with a hidden agenda meets a seemingly delicate but cunning young woman pretending to be weak. Upon graduating from university, her father seizes all her documents and her mother’s only inheritance, coercing her to take her degenerate brother’s place in caring for the man he brutally beat blind. Unexpectedly, this man sets aside his pride and, with great restraint, pleads for her help. She agrees to join forces with him, orchestrating an elaborate deception to reclaim control of the corporation. In public, he is the ruthless avenger consumed by hatred, while she is the helpless and obedient little white rabbit forced into submission. In private, however, she is a proud, brilliant, and captivating genius artist; he, the shrewd and calculating power behind the company’s throne. After their success, she quietly withdraws, but he pursues her with reddened eyes. “Mrs. Zhou, don’t run away. Come home with me.” As she gazes at the ring in his hand, holding it up to the sunlight, she teases, “Say it: ‘My dear wife, you are above all. Please come home with your humble husband.’”
Pretending to Be Naive, Mrs. Zhou Relies on Her Husband's Favor
In the early morning, a black Mercedes van came to a halt before the gates of a luxurious villa in the suburbs. The driver stepped out and opened the rear door, allowing Jiang Zao to disembark with her luggage in hand.
He handed her a ring of keys, his tone courteous. “Miss Jiang, we’ve arrived. These are the keys to this villa. Please, take them, and go in on your own.”
Jiang Zao accepted the keys, nerves fluttering in her chest. “Thank you.”
“It’s nothing,” the driver replied, then climbed back into the car and drove away.
Only then did Jiang Zao lift her gaze to study the villa before her.
Never in her life had she seen such opulence.
It was an American-style mansion, and though she knew nothing of architecture, she couldn’t help but be awed by its bold grandeur.
Dragging her suitcase, she stepped through the grand entrance. Inside lay a vast courtyard, lush with lawns, flowerbeds, and a fountain.
Yet the fountain had long since run dry, filled with nothing but brittle branches and fallen leaves.
The autumn wind was desolate, and without a caretaker, the grass was beginning to yellow, lacking the vibrancy it should have had.
Jiang Zao inhaled deeply, whispering reassurances to herself. “It’s fine, it’s just the wind, that’s all.”
She drew her coat more tightly around her. The chill of autumn brought with it a sorrow she could not shake.
Her younger half-brother had caused a terrible scandal, getting into a street fight that inadvertently involved Zhou Lichuan—the sole heir of the Zhou family—and l
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