Sang Zhiwan, who had been missing for five years, walked through the Fu family's door on the anniversary of her death.
The moment Fu Chenhe saw her, his eyes reddened, and he pulled her into his arms.
"Zhiwan, where have you been all these years?"
The powerful tycoon of the capital could no longer hold back his tears.
Sang Zhiwan patted his back without saying a word, then pointed to the woman standing nearby, whose features bore some resemblance to her own.
"Chenhe, who is she?"
Fu Chenhe stiffened. When he looked at the woman again, his expression turned indifferent.
"She's just a substitute. If she bothers you, I'll make sure she disappears from your sight forever."
Shen Meng'an bit her lip, tears on the verge of falling, but silently left all the same.
That very night, Fu Chenhe proposed to Sang Zhiwan. He said that way, she would never leave him again.
For the next few years, whenever Sang Zhiwan asked for the stars, he gave her the moon.
He even spent a fortune planting 9.99 million roses for her.
And he never once asked where Sang Zhiwan had gone during those five years she was missing.
"Zhiwan, please don't leave me again, okay?"
Sang Zhiwan reached up and wiped away his tears, then smiled and nodded.
Until today.
For the first time, Fu Chenhe missed their wedding anniversary.
And Sang Zhiwan received three photographs.
The first showed Fu Chenhe and Shen Nian'an locked in a passionate embrace.
The second showed Fu Chenhe kneeling before Shen Nian'an, reverently kissing the back of her hand.
The third was dated today.
In it, Fu Chenhe held a little girl with delicate, doll-like features, smiling brightly.
Sang Zhiwan looked at them for a long time, from late at night until dawn.
At last, she murmured softly, "System, can I choose a different reward? I don't want to stay here anymore."
