I faked my death and spent three years living under an assumed name with my child, running a picture-book shop. Then, on a rainy day, I ran into my ex-husband, Lu Shiyan!
He stared at the scar on my wrist, consumed by madness. “Shen Qingci? You’re Su Wan!”
My five-year-old daughter tugged at his pant leg and called him Uncle. The teardrop mole at the corner of her eye was exactly like his. “Uncle, your eyes are as bright as An’an’s!”
He canceled his arranged marriage on the spot, threw money around to buy up the entire street, and tried to force me to acknowledge him as family. “You faked your death and ran away back then, and now you’re hiding my child from me?”
I clutched my forged death certificate and trembled, but he pulled out the magnolia silk scarf I’d worn all those years ago. “Su Wan, did you really think you could get away?”
He didn’t know that I’d been driven to fake my death when I was cornered, all to protect the child in my womb.
Now he was closing in on me at every turn, a rival was watching like a hawk, and the old debts of the Su family still had to be settled…
“Lu Shiyan, leave An’an and me alone!”
Instead, he pinned me against the bookshelf, his eyes filled with an obsession he couldn’t hide. “Wanwan, even if I die, I won’t let go this time!”
