The day Fu Siting brought his first love back to the country was our wedding anniversary.
Right in front of me, he handed her a glass of champagne. "Nanxi, welcome home."
That night, Fu Siting tossed a divorce agreement in front of me. "She's back. It's time for you to give up your place."
I signed and left with nothing but the old fountain pen he'd given me.
Three months later, Fu Corporation's stock plummeted, and the board kicked Fu Siting out.
He found me in the pouring rain. "Please, help me..."
I smiled lightly beneath my umbrella. "Mr. Fu, I take in stray dogs, but I don't recycle trash."
Only later did he learn that the fountain pen was the keepsake left by the little beggar who had saved him all those years ago.
And his first love was nothing but an impostor.
