When Yan Haoxiang told me, “You’ll never be a substitute,” his eyes looked more sincere than any vow.
That is, until I heard him bragging to his friends while drunk: “Even her silhouette looks just like my moonlight.”
I broke up with him without a second thought, but he clung to me like a madman. “It was just for fun. Why take it seriously?”
Five years later, I returned with an international design award, and he blocked my way at the airport, tears streaming down his face. “Please come back.”
I sneered and pushed away the diamond ring he held out. “Mr. Yan, I got sick of playing the substitute a long time ago.”
But when Ding Chengxin’s moonlight accused me of plagiarism, he put the entire Yan Group on the line to vouch for me. “Who dares lay a hand on my wife?”
Outside the delivery room, he sobbed uncontrollably. Even as he held our twins, a boy and a girl, he was still jealous. “The boy isn’t allowed to kiss my wife!”
And when Ding Chengxin knelt before my best friend to beg for her forgiveness on the eve of his wedding, I sent him just one line: “Love that comes too late is worth less than grass.”
