On my wedding anniversary, my husband Lu Chenyu and his best friend gave me a miscarriage gift. I signed an agreement to leave the house, taking only a box of design manuscripts that they ridiculed as "waste paper."
When I assumed the pseudonym "Nirvana" and came back as a talented designer, my best friend who copied me was ruined and my ex-husband, who treated me like a fool, begged for forgiveness.
But the mysterious boss who once invested in me now has me in his arms and whispers in my ear: "Madam, have you had enough fun? It's time to go home and raise your baby."
Only then did everyone realize that what they abandoned was not sand, but rare diamonds covered by dust.
