In the year I felt most unloved, Jiang Yichuan gave me his love without reservation.
He gave up a fortune worth hundreds of billions for me and broke with his family,
even missing his grandfather’s final moments because of me.
That day, he held me tight in his arms, his voice choked with emotion.
“A Li, I’ve already lost the person who loved me most. I can’t lose you too.”
Years later, I stood by his side and helped him become the richest man in the country.
Then I glanced at his phone and saw a pregnancy photo sent by the nanny’s daughter.
“Yes, we do have a child.”
He admitted it without hesitation in front of me, just as frankly as he had once admitted he loved me.
But when I handed him the divorce papers, he held up the document and ripped it to shreds with both hands.
“A Li, I told you: the only way we’ll part is in death. We’ll never divorce.”
