The Fatal Trap of the Stand-In CEO

>The night I signed the divorce agreement, Gu Chengyan's Bai Yueguang returned to China. >He pinched my chin and sneered: "She's back, it's time for you to give way." >I hid the pregnancy test and smiled: "It's just what I want. My first love was also recently widowed." >We have a tacit understanding of playing the role of a rich and powerful couple, loving in front of others and plotting behind others. >Until his white moonlight fell down in front of my car, and the blood stained the wedding ring he gave me. >"You can never win her," he yelled at me while holding the dying Bai Yueguang, "Get out!" >I smiled and wiped off the blood on the ring and called my first love: "Let's do it." >The night Gu's stock crashed, he smashed open the drawer I had locked for seven years. >Lying quietly inside - an unsent love letter he wrote to Bai Yuefeng when he was a boy. >The signature is my nickname.