After three years of marriage, I defended him against a knife that disfigured me, but he hugged Bai Yueguang and called me a bitch.
A divorce agreement was thrown in his face, and I disappeared without a trace.
Five years later, at the International Fashion Week, I stunned the audience wearing a mask, surrounded by top tycoons and new movie stars.
The ex-husband who once treated me like a pair of worn-out shoes burst into the background with red eyes and a trembling voice: "Wanqing... Your face..."
I chuckled and pushed him away: "Sir, you have the wrong person."
At this time, a little cute baby who looked exactly like him hugged my leg and asked in a sweet voice: "Mommy, why hasn't this bad uncle who made you cry been driven away by the security guard?"
