Everyone in the capital’s elite circles knows Gu Shiyu dotes on his wife.
But behind my back, he kept an eighteen-year-old girl, saying she was just like me back then and that he was only doing everything he could to keep true love alive.
He even gave strict orders that no one was to let me find out.
Then, on the day I got pregnant, I rushed to his office to share the good news, only to see a girl whose face looked seventy percent like mine sitting on his lap, feeding him wine mouth to mouth.
She asked Gu Shiyu, “Am I just your way of keeping her alive?”
He pulled her into his arms. “How could she ever compare to you?”
