On our third wedding anniversary, my husband's company was on the verge of bankruptcy. He was very drunk, held my hand, and called my full name for the first time: "Su Qing, please help me one last time." Before I could be moved, he handed me an investment letter of intent, with the signature of the chief investor on it, and the words "Lin Wanyue" - his white moonlight that he held in his heart. He begged me to negotiate with Lin Wanyue, taking advantage of our weak friendship as college roommates, and even using my face, which was very similar to hers, to win her sympathy and pity. At that moment, I looked into his red eyes. There was no love in them, only desperate calculation. I suddenly understood that this marriage, which started out as a profit, had finally reached the moment when I, the "stand-in", needed to maximize its commercial value.
