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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

Elowen's voice trembled violently, like a fallen leaf shivering in the cold wind.


She stared intently at the plane ticket in my hand, her eyes hollow, as if they had lost all their luster.


Upon hearing this, Elowen's voice instantly rose by eight octaves, filled with disbelief.


She grabbed my arm with such force it felt like she might crush my bones.


"The company can't function without you!"


"I... I'm the CEO and I haven't even approved this!"


I let out a cold laugh, forcefully shaking off her hand.


"From now on, we have no relationship whatsoever."


Elowen's body suddenly stiffened, as if struck by lightning.


The color drained from her face in an instant, her lips quivering, unable to utter a single word.


Panic, helplessness, fear... various emotions intertwined on her face, like a silent pantomime.


Chapter 11