At the engagement party, he poured red wine over my head in public and said he only married me for revenge. Three years later, I came back as a top designer, and his empire and dignity became trophies under my skirt. He knelt down in front of the media and begged for reconciliation, but I just smiled and threw the love he gave me, along with the past, into the trash can. Fu Chengyu, I will light the fire in your crematorium.
