I Snatched My Best Friend's Husband at a Street Stall

My best friend said she fell in love at first sight with her husband at a luxury boutique counter, but I found him at a street stall, leaning on a cane and slurping cold rice noodles.

Su Wan never imagined she would stumble across the carefully crafted lie of her best friend, Lin Wei, at a greasy night-market stall. The man described as an "executive elite" was rolling up the sleeves of his stretched-out T-shirt, and the scars on his wrist matched the "medals of love" her friend had bragged about perfectly.

When she "accidentally" knocked over his cane, the tattoo beneath his collarbone overlapped with the blurred outline in the wedding photo, and an absurd truth came to light. What began as an approach driven by revenge led Su Wan step by step into Chen Chi's broken yet genuine world.

The profile of him gritting his teeth through rehabilitation, the focused look in his eyes as he studied design blueprints, and his awkward embrace beneath the starry sky all made her unable to pull away. And the text that read, "The porridge was delicious," brought two battered souls closer to each other.

From their calculated first encounter at the street stall to their decisive confrontation at a party; from their golden vows in the ginkgo grove to his proposal in a wheelchair; from the maelstrom of online abuse to the spotlights of the international stage, they use their scarred hands to build a sturdy fortress called "home" together on the ruins of lies.

This is not a story about stealing someone away, but a journey of mutual redemption in the depths of despair, rebuilding hope atop the rubble. When everyone else sees only his brokenness, she alone understands the light deep within his soul that has never gone out.