Everyone in Shanghai says that Lin Yuancheng’s wife, Shen Yunzhi, is just a doll dressed up in finery and jewels. Her husband is richer than a king, yet he has been cold toward her for three years, offering nothing but chilly jewelry boxes.
Then a blackmail letter tore the truth wide open: “Your husband is a Communist. Five hundred thousand for his life!”
Trembling in the moonlight, she asked, “Who are you, really?” The walls around his heart crumbled, and he pulled her into his arms. “I lied because I love you.”
His coldness had been meant to protect her; their marriage was a ruse. As the enemy’s net tightened, she picked up her embroidery needle and aimed it at “Rivers and Mountains,” the design concealing a code for the nation.
“Lin Yuancheng, this time I’ll use my needle and thread to embroider you a way out!”
