After My Divorce I Picked Up the Richest Boss in the World - Chapter 52 - Financial Backers

Imagination is always pleasant, but reality is cruel. I just wanted a simple life but why am I always getting into trouble?

Wen Xu doesn’t like life in the big city, because the big city makes him feel that he is always in a hurry, and his body and mind never seem to get a moment’s rest. To the sky of stars, and the smoggy days that can’t be complained about.

I finally had a chance to escape from the city and return to the countryside. Even though it was a bit poor at first, the land and mountains and rivers of my hometown finally calmed down my wandering heart. Green mountains, green waters, rolling terraced fields, lush forests and trees, all night Looking up, you can see the sky full of stars, or a big bright moon, listening to the chirping of birds and insects, sleeping on a comfortable big wooden bed until you wake up naturally, this is the life Wen Yan wants.

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- Description from novelbuddy

[The return of the Great Holy Spirit, blood boiling! 】 The father was killed, the family wealth was taken, all the hands and feet were interrupted, and the revenge flame was ignited, and the Qitian Dasheng inheritance was obtained. Since then, the rise of the sky, God blocked the killing, the Buddha blocked the Buddha! Qin Feng wore a gold armor and held a hand of the sea god: “I want this world for thirty-six days, and I will return to the big holy flag!”

- Description from Fpzw (Translated)

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?