The icy CEO Fu Chengyuan marries a sweet young woman who restores ancient paintings.
Everyone says Shen Qingci is just a pawn he married to appease his family, and that sooner or later he'll make way for his first love.
She thinks so too, until he pins her against the wall, his eyes bloodshot. “A contract? I tore it up ages ago.”
Later, all of the capital sees the refined yet ruthless Mr. Fu kneeling before shards of antique porcelain scattered across the floor, gently holding her hand. “Does it hurt? Please, talk to me.”
