A Love That Burns to the Bone: I Want No Part of Being Mrs. Fu

On the night of our business marriage, Fu Sinian used his ring to leave a red mark on my collarbone. “Wen Wan, you won’t be able to hold on to the position of Mrs. Fu.”

Later, I took a knife for him and fell into the sea, leaving no body behind.

But he knelt in the ruins, digging with his bare hands for three days and nights.

Five years later, at a Kyoto auction house, I made a stunning entrance on the arm of the second male lead.

Fu Sinian clutched my wrist, his voice breaking with grief. “Your heart should have stopped beating...”

I pulled my hand free and smiled faintly. “You’ve got the wrong person, Mr. Fu. I’m Mrs. Gu.”