I was his stand-in for ten years. The day we divorced, the whole internet celebrated.
Everyone said I was a clingy vine trying to latch onto a wealthy family, and that I wouldn’t last three episodes without Master Shen.
That is, until I appeared at an international auction wearing a crown, while the heir to a top conglomerate dropped to one knee and proposed to me.
Master Shen stormed in, eyes bloodshot. “Niannian, you stole my baby and still think you can run?”
I swirled my wine and smiled. “Stole? Your genes aren’t even good enough to father my child.”
