The day I got divorced, I married my best friend’s older brother, Fu Sinian, the ruthless king of the business world. The whole city mocked me as “secondhand goods reaching above my station.”
Then I discovered the secret locked away in his study: ten years of diaries filled with my name, the brooch I lost as a girl… Even at every low point in my life, he had secretly reached out to help me.
For the first time, this eternally composed man lost control. He pinned me against the wall. “Rong Shu, I spent ten years scheming to make you mine. Do you really think I’d let you go?”
Later, my ex went bankrupt and begged for mercy, while the other woman was disgraced. I stood at the top of the business empire I had built, smiling down at the crowd.
That Mr. Fu, once notorious for his scheming, was nervously clutching a ring box.
It turned out the deepest love was an “accident” planned long ago.
