On the wedding night of our business marriage, Shen Yanzhou lifted my red hijab.
"You are not Lin Chenxi." His fingertips were cold, "I married the eldest daughter of the Lin family."
I clutched the note left by my sister: "She ran away from marriage... I am the illegitimate daughter who was married in a substitute marriage."
He suddenly pinched my chin: "The kitten that stole my wallet in Venice three years ago has learned how to steal people now?"
The tip of the pen was pressed against my collarbone—it was the same one I had taken with me back then.
"The property returns to its original owner," he bit my earlobe, "with interest."
