The Wife-Lord Descends from Heaven

Am I going to be disfigured?!" "You broke my carriage, so you should naturally pay me for the repair costs, mental distress, shock, and loss of reputation... three thousand taels in total." He was flicking the beads of an abacus in his hand. "What? Three thousand taels? You're robbing me!" came a loud cry. "However, I can hire you." His eyes flickered. "To do what?" came a suspicious tone. "Pretend to be my wife-lord." From then on, Ling Tianxue's identity as a fake wife-lord became more real by the day, until in the end, the act actually became reality.