Seven years of marriage, seven years of frost. Su Qingyan thought that as long as she loved him deeply enough and held him for long enough, she could always melt the cold heart of Dingbei Marquis Gu Changyuan. She managed the huge palace for him, raised his only daughter, and turned her life into a joke.
But what she was waiting for was not his looking back, but the "confidante" he brought back from the battlefield, and his deep-seated cherishment of that woman.
She still endured and guarded. Until the day of her daughter's birthday, she traveled thousands of miles to the military camp in the north, wanting to surprise her father and daughter. But they only saw him holding his daughter and playing in the snow with the woman, while she was abandoned alone in the cold inn without even a sip of hot tea.
At that moment, Su Qingyan's heart completely died.
When the daughter she raised by herself pointed at another woman and called "Mother", she didn't feel a trace of heartache, only numbness.
With a divorce note, she gave up all her property and custody rights, and left the house, decisively. From then on, there was no longer a gentle and respectful Madam Hou in the capital, only the mysterious businessman "Yan Qing" who was extremely wealthy.
She thought she could finally make a clean break with the past and waited for the belated document of peace and separation.
When she and the first head of the Huangshang family were drinking and talking, he would kidnap her away with a dark face.
When other kings and grandsons asked her to marry him, he would lead his troops to destroy the embassy overnight.
Finally, on a snowy night, he cornered her in a corner, his former dignity gone, his voice hoarse, with a hint of pleading: "Yan Yan, we can't get along, okay?"
Su Qingyan smiled lightly and brushed away his clenched hand: "Master Hou, it's too late."
