The night I escaped into the Rolls-Royce at the wedding, I mistakenly thought Li Sijue was a cowherd and signed the contract.
He sneered and tore up the check: "Mrs. Li's position is vacant, and you can fill it."
Until I found my ex-wife's ring in his study—exactly the same as the wedding ring I wore.
"So I'm just a stand-in?" I took off the ring and threw it into the red wine. "The contract has expired, Mr. Number One."
Five years later, during Paris Fashion Week, my haute couture finale shocked everyone.
Li Sijue suddenly rushed to the catwalk and grabbed the microphone: "My wife's position will always be reserved!"
The global live broadcast camera suddenly turned to the audience——
The five-year-old cute baby in my arms blinked the same peach blossom eyes as him: "Mommy, this uncle looks like me.". "
Five years later, during Paris Fashion Week, my haute couture collection debuted.
During the global live broadcast, Li Sijue suddenly appeared on the stage: "My wife's position will always be reserved for her. The flash suddenly focused on the audience - I was holding a cute baby with the same facial features as him in my arms.
