Shanghai Socialite: The Stand-In’s Comeback

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“Everyone in 1986 Shanghai knew Mr. Lin kept a canary.” Su Yao lowered her eyes as she tied Lin Yu’s tie, always hearing people whisper those words.

With their three-year substitute contract nearly over, the gentle mask she’d fashioned with her golden finger had long since fused with her very bones. But on the day his first love returned, she splashed red wine over her silk qipao. “It’s time to return what belongs to its rightful owner.”

Late that night, a scandal broke across the Bund: the dazzling rose, now free of her disguise, was arm in arm with a wealthy Nanyang merchant, discussing international business.

Lin Yu crushed the newspaper and sneered. “A bird that’s flown out of its cage needs its wings clipped.” When customs impounded her entire shipment, he suddenly pressed a hand to the back of her neck. “Guess who put those classified documents in your safe?”

The turbulent Huangpu River bore witness: in this game played in the name of love, the player ultimately became the stake.