Five years ago, Wei Xuan was diagnosed with a late-stage brain tumor. After leaving a farewell letter, she disappeared from Jiangcheng. Not long after, the devastating news arrived: she had died of illness in a foreign land. Once, she had been the brightest jewel in Jiangcheng’s upper society and the sole heir to the Wei Group. Shen Sihan, meanwhile, was merely the least favored illegitimate son of the Shen family. Five years later, at a charity gala in Jiangcheng, a single mother made a dazzling entrance. She had changed her name to Ruan Qing, and arrived with a four-year-old girl and a blond, blue-eyed “husband” at her side.
Her long curls were now straight black hair reaching her waist, and her once-tender eyes held nothing but a cold distance that kept others away. Shen Sihan, now the feared head of the Shen family, lost his composure the moment he saw her, crushing the wineglass in his hand.
“Ms. Ruan, you look a lot like someone I once knew,” he said hoarsely, staring at her. Ruan Qing raised her eyes coolly, a distant smile curving her lips. “You’ve mistaken me for someone else, Mr. Shen.” Everyone said Mr. Shen had gone mad, taking such an interest in a married woman with a child in tow. He spent lavishly to clear every obstacle in her path, and humbled himself to win over her little daughter. When he learned that her “husband” was only a pretense for a marriage of convenience, he was so overjoyed that he stood guard outside her door all night. Until one day, the four-year-old girl tilted her head and asked him:
“Uncle, why do you keep coming to see me and Mommy?” Shen Sihan knelt on one knee and met the eyes just like the ones in his memories. “Because I lost the most precious person in the world.” The little girl leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Mommy says Daddy didn’t leave us. He just went somewhere far away.” Shen Sihan’s Adam’s apple bobbed…
