He imprisoned me in a gilded villa and forced me to wear the white dress of my first love every day. The night Bai Yueguang returned home, he sprinkled abortion pills into my bird's nest and said, "The bastard doesn't deserve to live." I helped him protect his family fortune worth hundreds of billions with the ball, but he sent me to prison for an intimate photo. It wasn't until I submitted the paternity test with a smile behind the bars that he smashed all the stand-in portraits with red eyes - it turned out that the cherry blossom birthmark on the back of my neck was the token of love he had been looking for for ten years. When he knelt and licked the blood from my wrist, I slapped the divorce agreement on his blood-stained suit: "He Yulin, you will be the substitute this time."
