The Billionaire's Silent Treatment
Language: en
I transmigrated as the beautiful ex-wife of an autistic male lead. Even though I talked to him eight hundred times a day, he still refused to spare me a single glance. So, I gave up and decided to just chill. The system told me to curry favor with the male lead. I kicked his shoulder and told him to go make me a three-course meal with soup. While he was sweating over the stove, furiously wielding a spatula, I chewed on my boba pearls and directed him: "Next time you order me boba, make sure it's 30% sugar, no ice, and add a cheese foam on top." Later, when this almighty, powerful…