Shen Qingci hid behind Fu Jingshen for three years. She went from being a charming girl who had no fingers in the spring water to becoming a shadow without even a status. When the divorce agreement was in front of him, he used 30 million to buy out her youth on the grounds that "the Bai family's daughter is pregnant with the Fu family's child." She signed with a smile, threw the wedding ring into the ashtray, turned around and stepped into the glittering antique world.
The woman who was once regarded as a dodder flower by Fu Jingshen was able to spot imitations of the Republic of China at a glance in Panjiayuan and see through the disguise of official kilns of the Qing Dynasty at the auction house. When Shen Qingci made a stunning appearance as a treasure appraiser, Fu Jingshen was shocked to realize what kind of rough jade he had thrown away. He turned into a clingy spirit and chased after her with his family property in hand: "Qing Ci, I will give you the country. Can you remarry?"
Shen Qingci brushed off the jade shavings from his fingertips and slightly raised his red lips: "Mr. Fu, my time is sold by the gram."
Fate took a turn, and she met the gentle and jade-like Wen Zhiyan by chance in a teahouse. The moment half of the crescent jade pendant overlapped, the dust-laden memory suddenly came to life - the person in front of her was actually the boy who saved her life when she was young. Just as the two were preparing for their wedding, a phone call from the hospital shattered all their dreams. Shen Qingci rushed into the emergency room wearing a wedding dress. Looking at Fu Jingshen's broken body, she couldn't hold back the tears.
On the hospital bed, Fu Jingshen held her hand and put the diamond ring into her palm: "For the last time... Please."
In the distance, Wen Zhiyan's figure blurred into a silhouette in the morning light. Shen Qingci looked at the diamond ring in her palm, and suddenly understood the joke of fate: some people are like the cinnabar moles on their hearts, and some people are like the white moonlight in front of the window, and how should she choose the rest of her life in the light of broken jade?
