Thinking He Was Helping the Poor, He Knelt Down on One Knee

In order to save the company that was on the verge of bankruptcy, I married the rumored disabled and gloomy heir of the Fu family. On our wedding night, he coldly threw me a contract: "Don't expect love, you are just a decoration for the Fu family." I hid the pregnancy test sheet and nodded obediently, and acted out the love drama in front of the servants every day. Until the garland he knitted for me was thrown into the trash can in public - "He's just a substitute, but he's worthy of bearing a child from the Fu family?" That night I disappeared without a trace, leaving only the signed divorce agreement. Three years later, at the International Jewelry Show, my design stunned everyone. The reporter asked about the inspiration for the butterfly brooch. I smiled: "To commemorate a love that will last forever." The flash suddenly went out, and Mr. Fu crashed into the exhibition hall pushing his out-of-control wheelchair. He held the withered yellow wreath in his hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Mrs. Fu, you lied to me..." "That night, our wedding rings were clearly lying at the bottom of the wishing pool."