A contract made her the “substitute bride” of a cold, domineering CEO.
In public, she was Mrs. Ling, elegant and glamorous, endlessly “spoiled” by her husband. In private, he warned her coldly, “Remember who you are. You’re only like her.”
Su Wan diligently played the shadow, yet his demands always felt strangely familiar: his favorite coffee, unconscious little gestures, even the name he murmured in his sleep…
Then one day, she stumbled upon a hairpin he had treasured in his safe. It was identical to the one she had lost as a child!
With red-rimmed eyes, Ling Xiao cornered her against the wall. “Who are you, really?”
Su Wan tossed him the divorce papers and ran off while pregnant. “Mr. Ling, I’m done playing your substitute!”
Five years later, at International Fashion Week, the rising top-tier star designer Su Wan dazzled the crowd.
The genius little boy beside her pointed at the domineering CEO frantically searching for his wife on TV. “Mommy, that handsome uncle looks like he has lovesickness!”
Ling Xiao finally caught up with her, his voice hoarse. “Wanwan, I’ve been looking for you for ten whole years.”
It turned out that the cinnabar mole in his heart and the white moonlight in his eyes had always been her, from beginning to end!
