Heiress' Househusband is a Secret Billionaire - Chapter 236: I’m Not a Sack of Rice

This novel is also known as Turns Out, I'm from a Real Aristocratic Family!

After staying in the Bai family for eighteen years, Ou Yan realized that she was a fake daughter. The real daughter came back, she was abandoned, and she was about to be sent back to the poor mountain valley…

Unexpectedly, the so-called poor mountain valley was actually the most expensive villa area for rich people in the whole country! Overnight, she changed from a fake daughter of an ordinary wealthy family to a real daughter of a top wealthy family!

The biological parents dote on their daughters like crazy, they spend tens of millions in pocket money, drive the luxury cars in the garage, and buy high-end products all over the world. Want to go to school? You can choose from top schools! Don’t want to go? Come, the company at home will play with it! What Ouyan didn’t expect the most was that she actually had a fiancé…

The fiancé came to the door and wanted to divorce, but Ouyan didn’t care, but why did this person entangle her after mentioning the divorce? Every now and then I want to hold my little hand and kiss my little mouth.

Ouyan was annoyed, “Sir, who are you?”

“Baby, I’m your husband.”

“Oh, no husband, only one ex-fiancé who wants to divorce.”

The world’s richest man, Si Yechen, who was feared by everyone outside: “… ”

I really want to kill that idiot who made a high-profile divorce without even meeting her…

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In the rural northeastern mountainous regions stands a tiny Buddhist temple, named One Finger Temple. It isn’t a large one but it is extremely miraculous.

The temple has rice that emanates an aromatic fragrance.

The temple has sweet and refreshing water that rivals ambrosia.

The temple has Buddhas that grant wishes to the sincere.

The temple isn’t large but it has everything. The temple isn’t large but it has flourishing incense offerings that far exceed all temples. The temple isn’t large but it attracts both citizens and foreigners that line up overnight…

The temple has a bald but handsome monk. Every day, he would bawl, “I want to renounce asceticism! I want to marry a chick that’s not too pretty, have a cute baby, and lead a stable life!”