Eight years ago, Wen Xianle was a spoiled, willful heiress who had never lifted a finger around the house.
Shang Shixu was a poor but brilliant student, aloof and impoverished, kept by the heiress while wearing cheap shirts.
Eight years later, Wen Xianle was a bankrupt heiress whose fate lay in other people's hands, helpless and alone.
Shang Shixu, meanwhile, had become a rising star in business with power to match, and no one dared cross him.
When they met again, his eyes bloodshot, he pressed close to her ear and said bitterly, “It was all hatred for Miss Wen that made me who I am today.”
She held back her tears and smiled fearlessly. “Then I suppose I was a great help to you. How are you going to repay me?”
On a rainy night later, the man pinned her, now married, by the bathroom door, furious and enraged. “Wen Xianle, you are not allowed to marry anyone else or have their children! You can only be mine!”
