“Sign this, and your mother can live.”
At the auction, Lu Chenzhou slapped a humiliating contract down in front of Su Wan, his eyes filled with an undying hatred.
She was the “sinner's daughter” who had killed the woman he loved, the last name on his revenge list.
He imprisoned her in his villa, destroyed her dream of becoming a designer, and whispered again and again in her ear, “You’re just as cheap as your father.”
Then she unexpectedly became pregnant, and his attitude changed overnight. His awkward tenderness nearly made her lose herself in him.
“Lu Chenzhou, do you… like me a little?”
He sneered and pushed her away. “Don’t flatter yourself. I only want the baby.”
When the woman he thought was dead returned with the “truth,” he unhesitatingly chose to believe her. He watched with his own eyes as Su Wan lost their baby on the operating table, and heard her mother stop breathing on the other end of the phone.
“Su Wan, your existence is a mistake.”
The day she disappeared with a forged death certificate, he thought he was finally free.
Three years later, at an international jewelry exhibition, she dazzled the crowd as a rising designer, with a gentle, protective man by her side.
Lu Chenzhou charged toward her like a madman, his eyes bloodshot as he grabbed her wrist. “Niannian, come home with me.”
Su Wan pulled her hand away and smiled coolly. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else, Mr. Lu. My name is Ann.”
Behind her, a little boy with cherubic features tugged at her clothes. “Mommy, that man is so weird.”
