Fu Hanyan had been following Chu Yu for three years. During the day, she was his chief secretary, and at night, she was his shady, ever-available lover.
She thought that by accompanying him for three years and carefully taking care of his life, she would always be able to get a little bit of his sincerity. It wasn't until his Bai Yueguang returned to China that she realized that she was just a stand-in.
But she had already lost her heart due to his tenderness and consideration. Fu Hanyan held on to a glimmer of hope and decided to take a gamble on her first heartbeat. There was no doubt that she lost the bet, so she decisively proposed to separate and resign.
After resigning, Fu Hanyan's career flourished, and suitors came to him in droves.
Chu Yu panicked, and went to her to make his presence felt no matter what, and even cut off her love with his own hands.
Fu Hanyan showed a sarcastic smile, "Mr. Chu, is it too low of status to be so persistent?"
But Chu Yu smiled with a gentle face and hugged the person in his arms, "No matter how important face is, it is not as important as wife. Ayan, can you give me another chance?"
