My name is Su Qing. I've struggled in the entertainment industry for five years, working my way up to become a top agent. I have only one client: Mu Jinyan. He's the award-winning actor I built from the ground up, and the man I've loved for five years. I gave him everything, putting my connections and resources on the line and helping him rise from obscurity to become a top-tier star. I thought that if I gave him my whole heart, he would give me his in return. But what happened? On his birthday, the surprise I had so carefully prepared turned into a shock. I caught him in a hotel bed with a rising starlet, their clothes disheveled and their bodies entangled. In that moment, everything I'd done for him over the past five years felt like a joke. I turned and walked away, face cold, without hysterics or tears. The next day, I showed up at the company with a marriage certificate and slapped it down in front of Mu Jinyan. My new husband was Shang Chi, a powerful figure in Beijing's elite circles, notorious for his ruthless methods and lack of compassion. I married him not out of love, but for revenge, to vent my anger and make Mu Jinyan regret everything. I wanted to see whether he could still bask in the spotlight after losing me. As for Shang Chi, I could give him anything he wanted, except my heart.
