When word got out that the Shen and Sheng families were arranging a marriage alliance, everyone in Wenhua City thought it was a match made in heaven. Sheng Jing stared at the flood of headlines proclaiming, “The gentle, virtuous Sheng heiress and the refined Shen heir enjoy a lavishly doting marriage,” and couldn't help twitching her mouth.
Was she gentle and virtuous? That was an act. In truth, she was arrogant, domineering, and ruthless.
Was he refined and courteous? He was putting on a show. In truth, he was cunning, devious, and sinister.
After their divorce, they became sworn enemies. When two tigers fight, one will get hurt, and whoever falls in love first will be the first to suffer.
Until Shen Ci put aside all his schemes, presented her with a bouquet of roses, and confessed, asking her to take him back. Sheng Jing tossed the roses to the ground and stamped them to bits. “Don't think I don't know. You definitely hid razor blades in those flowers!”
