Unhappy Southern Stream

As a top manager, everyone constantly tries to curry favor with Li Xiwu. And due to her identity as Mrs. Pei, the rich and the powerful would always greet her politely. A celebrity instructor, and the wife of a man from a rich family... Is there anyone who would not envy her? However, only Li Xiwu knows that she is a substitute for Mr. Pei's unrequited love, and none of her titles or privileges have anything to do with her.***Losing yourself after being someone else's substitute is a tedious thing. Having gained that epiphany, Li Xiwu began to ponder how she should claim alimony of astronomical proportions from Mr. Pei. However, while she was obsessing over how to get rich from the divorce, her mother-in-law, who had always disliked her, invited her to take part in a variety show, while promising to make her rich. Li Xiwu's lips curled into a grin. "Fortune favors the brave!”At first, her mother-in-law constantly attempted to embarrass her, and netizens were all moaning about how she was the most pitiful rich daughter-in-law! Later, her mother-in-law was inseparable from Li Xiwu, and would keep bragging about her to everyone she met, leaving the netizens cheering: Leave the face-slapping to Mrs. Pei! Li Xiwu did not expect herself to shoot to fame in the variety show either. However, while she was convinced that she could get a smooth divorce afterward, her mother-in-law called her son immediately as soon as the variety show ended.“Divorce my baby, and I will disown you!”Mr. Pei: ??? 

I Refused to Be a Substitute, and Shot to Fame on a Variety Show With My Mother-In-Law

As if he hadn't heard her, Wei Yu hugged her tightly and repeated, "I missed you so much."

For the last time, Pei Jiao used all her strength to push the man who was hugging her away. However, in the next second, a sharp blade suddenly appeared in his hand. Silver light flashed from the sharp edge. Pei Jiao watched as Wei Yu shakily picked up the sharp blade and pointed it at her—

Wei Yu's wooden expression paused. When his calm eyes looked at her, they gradually focused. But soon, the focus disappeared. He returned to his previous wooden appearance and pressed her step by step with a sharp blade in his hand.

Pei Jiao had nowhere to retreat. She was forced into the room. Her hand groped behind her, trying to find a sharp weapon to defend herself.

All the Past is Prologue (2)