Wen Nian walked in on her fiancé, Qi Mingyuan, kissing his secretary at a bridal boutique.
“Mr. Qi says you look like you're wearing a sack when you put on a wedding dress,” the secretary taunted, licking her red lips.
Wen Nian calmly removed her veil. “If you're going to sneak around, at least wipe your mouth. Your lipstick's on the back of his ear.”
Before a car crash on a stormy night, she received an anonymous text: “Your fiancé used your model to short Wen Group's stock.”
When she woke with amnesia, all she remembered was the man beside her hospital bed, wearing sapphire cuff links.
“I'm Huo Linchen.” He traced the ring mark on her ring finger. “Your... lover.”
Qi Mingyuan stormed into the room and shouted, “He's my sworn enemy!”
Huo Linchen smiled faintly. “Then explain why your phone has a photo of her in a bathrobe.”
