In my previous life, I was Shen Yanzhi's most humble wife. I loved him as much as my life, but was abandoned by him like a pair of worn shoes. He and Bai Yueguang teamed up to cause me to die tragically in childbirth.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when I was three months pregnant. This time, I wiped away my tears, hid my pregnancy, signed the divorce agreement, and ran with the ball decisively.
Five years later, I made a stunning appearance at an international design competition, and my talented daughter beside me smiled sweetly at the camera.
That night, the ex-husband who had never looked at me in the eyes smashed open my door like crazy, his eyes were scarlet and his voice was trembling: Wanwan... Our daughter.
I smiled charmingly: Mr. Shen, have you admitted the wrong person? The grass on your child's father's grave is taller than yours.
