Madam, Just How Many Secret Identities Do You Have?

Pressured into taking another woman’s place as the sickly groom’s bride, she never expected that the man would not only be perfectly healthy, but would also take her completely. The day her identity was exposed, Qin Yinian lowered her head in shame. “I’m sorry. I’m an impostor.” Feng Qingyu replied with a gentle smile, “It’s all right. I’m not the real one either.”

When a mysterious man cornered her against the wall again, she snapped, “Li Jingcheng, have you no shame?” He took off his mask. “Baby, how about we make things a little more exciting?”

Two names, two identities, but one and the same man. She planted her hands on her hips and yelled, “You’re addicted to role-playing, aren’t you?” He looked aggrieved. “My dear, I may have lots of roles, but I don’t have as many secret identities as you do.”