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My CEO wife, fearing I'll lack ambition after marriage, puts a price tag on every date.
Calling me "honey" costs ten grand, holding hands is thirty grand, and going public with our relationship comes with a hefty price of ten million.
To speed up our official announcement, I work overtime and schmooze like crazy. Meanwhile, my mom, worried sick about me, has a heart attack and urgently needs surgery. However, without a word, she transfers the few hundred grand I've saved up to her male assistant, claiming it's a year-end bonus.
I beg her to return the money, but she calls me a cheapskate who's not fit for high society, complaining that I've embarrassed her in front of the staff. Then she freezes all my accounts.
Later, when my mom passes away because of this, I decide to file for divorce. My wife sneers, thinking I'm playing hard to get:
"Fine, I won't charge you this time. We'll make it official when we go back for New Year's. You and your mom can finally have your moment of glory in the village!"
What she doesn't know is that from the day my mother died, I've been planning to study abroad and never speak to her again.

My CEO Wife Sets a Price For Our Dates

But how could she possibly be here? I must be hallucinating from exhaustion.


Yet the next moment, Elowen's voice appeared again outside the cabin.


I peered through the window, widening my eyes in disbelief.


A bright red sports car was sprawled across the runway, like a glaring wound tearing through the airport's gray concrete.


And there was Elowen in the driver's seat, brazenly parked in front of the plane, blocking its path for takeoff.


Her long hair was disheveled, her face streaked with tears.


Soon, a commotion spread through the cabin.


The flight attendants began calming passengers in various languages.


The captain's voice came over the intercom, his tone serious and urgent.


Chapter 12