He pinched her chin and sneered: "Remember, you are just her shadow."
It wasn't until the news of her death came that Fu Chenyuan realized that he had always loved the soul hidden in the shadow.
"Su Wan is dead, Mr. Fu."
A year later, the Paris show was at its peak, and the spotlight was chasing the emerging talented designer Elena.
Fu Chenyuan broke through the bodyguards with red eyes and knelt down in front of the world's cameras:
"I will sacrifice my life for you, please... Look at me again."
The tip of the woman's high-heeled shoes gently lifted his chin, and when she leaned over, the diamond necklace fell into the position of his collarbone where the bruise had been pinched:
"Mr. Fu admitted the wrong person."
"The Mrs. Fu you hired as a substitute——"
"Didn't I have been forced to death by your own hands a long time ago?"
#GetEX-Wife# #The substitute is actually Bai Yueguang, whom I can't reach # # is also picking up the ashes at the crematorium today#
