I love Pei Yanchuan.
Yet I pushed his only sister off a cliff.
To punish me, he gave me the title of Mrs. Pei.
But that was all it was: a title.
Everyone by his side mattered more than I did, even his secretary.
Just how much more?
So much that one joke from her was enough for Pei Yanchuan to leave me stranded on the highway.
So much that one casual remark from her meant I had to drink every glass of hard liquor in the private room until my stomach hurt and I vomited blood.
He said,
“Jiang Shuyu, so what if your stomach hurts? When An'an fell off that cliff, she was a thousand, ten thousand times worse off!”
“You’re guilty, so you deserve to atone!”
He was right. I was guilty, and I should spend my whole life atoning to An'an.
Until one day, I saw Pei An'an’s notebook…
