At the company's annual meeting, I bumped into the president hugging a popular actress in the lounge. Just as he was about to slip away, he was splashed with champagne. Under the flash, he took off his suit and wrapped it around my soaked body: "Don't catch a cold, fiancee." The whole place was in an uproar. Only I know that the photo hidden in his wallet is not of me. He pinched my chin and warned: "Be your substitute and don't think about anything else." Later, when Bai Yueguang returned to China, he handed over the divorce agreement. I smiled and signed: "Mr. Gu, happy cooperation." Later, he smashed all the photos of the stand-ins with red eyes: "Su Wan, do you really have your heart?"
I waved the pregnancy test sheet and said, "Mr. Gu, your ex-husband must be as self-conscious as your ex-husband."
