When Jiang Hanzhou spent 100 million to marry me, the whole city knew that I was Bai Yueguang's substitute.
He asked to wear a cheongsam to drink Longjing with him every week, just because Bai Yueguang loved dressing up like this.
One day I soiled my cheongsam and was sent to the hospital, but he yelled at me in a pool of blood: "Who allowed you to wear dirty clothes like her?"
Until photos of the car accident leaked.
In the photo, my mother is standing in front of the Jiang family's old house holding the real Bai Yueguang.
I dug out newspaper clippings from the fire eighteen years ago - the Jiang family and my parents died on the same day.
That night when the lights in the emergency room went out, Jiang Hanzhou finally lost control and smashed the Longjing tea set.
"You should have known that the fire back then," he crushed the tea cup and pricked his hands with blood, "was Bai Yueguang's biological father setting it?"
