Chapter 1The Villain's Trophy Wife

The second day after the villain went bankrupt, he wanted to commit suicide.

I grabbed his hand tightly to stop him.

"Hubby, I just bought a bag, Afterpay installment for five years to finish paying."

"If you go, who will pay for me!"

Suddenly, Live Comments exploded in mid-air:

[Turns out the villain's biggest retribution isn't death, but having such a wife.]

[Laughing to death, villain is bankrupt, how to pay her loan.]

[Dying like this is indeed too cheap for the villain, at least let him suffer all the sins the male and female leads suffered before dying.]

[Why isn't the villain dead yet! Why isn't the villain dead yet!]

[If not for the villain forcing the male lead to go abroad, the female lead wouldn't have washed dishes in a restaurant for five years with a cute baby, let him also suffer five years before dying.]

My gaze drifted lightly from the comments, continued to act spoiled to Julian Vance.

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Julian slowly turned his head to look at me, tone with some disbelief:

"Before I went bankrupt, didn't I just transfer you $10 Million for living expenses?"

My eyes innocent:

"Oh, that little money ah, just bought a vase."

Perhaps blown by the wind for too long, his voice was dry with some tremors:

"...A vase?"

"Seems to be Ming Dynasty."

"You won't blame me right?"

I carefully shook his hand.

Julian covered his eyes and looked up at the sky.

Suffering unspeakably.

Wind on the rooftop became much stronger, blowing his white shirt rattling.

Whole person looked teetering.

I tucked the hair by my ear behind, blinked at him:

"Hubby you come down quickly, today is your birthday, I also prepared a gift for you!"

Thought thought. Continued to add:

"Give you a few keywords hint——"

"Uniform, Animal, Red."

Julian was somewhat flattered:

"...You prepared a gift for me?"

After all, he had given me countless gifts, this was the first time I gave him one.

Glanced at the speeding vehicles downstairs, Julian finally came down from the rooftop.

...

On the table lay a beautifully packaged gift box, a very big one.

Julian's hand uncovering the ribbon trembled slightly.

Eyes unblinking.

Layer by layer of gorgeous packaging was opened, revealing the DoorDash uniform set inside the box.

Red helmet, red vest and a folded delivery box.

Julian lifted the helmet with one hand, laughed in anger.

Turned and walked towards the rooftop again.

His steps were unhesitating.

I looked at his tall and straight figure against the light, gritted teeth and stomped feet.

"...Julian Vance you!"

Julian put the helmet on his head.

Dull and hoarse voice came:

"Phone is still on the rooftop."