A classic, satisfying betrayal-and-comeback story from the start.
The day my family went bankrupt, my fiancé was helping my best friend try on wedding dresses. The dress should have been mine.
With his arm around her waist, he tossed a bank card at me as if I were trash. “Su Wanqing, face reality. You’re not even worth a single strand of her hair anymore.”
The whole city was waiting to laugh at me, the fallen heiress.
But they didn’t know that on the rainy night I was thrown out of my home, I inherited an antique shop left behind by my grandmother.
A shop that accepts “troubles” instead of money.
Later, the people who had mocked me came kneeling, offering everything they had for just one nod from me.
And my former fiancé came knocking on my shop door on a snowy night, his eyes bloodshot as he asked, “Wanqing, I’ll give you everything I have if you’ll come back to me. Will you?”
I looked at the dark aura swirling behind him and smiled.
“Sorry, I don’t accept ‘obsessions.’”
