He crushed her life with a deal, and spent the rest of his life kneeling in front of the grave, cooking porridge for ten years.
"One year of marriage, one million, and being Shen Xiaoshan's substitute."
On a cold night in the rain, Xia Wan clutched her mother's gastric cancer diagnosis certificate and signed this humiliating contract.
On their wedding night, he mistook her for Bai Yueguang and called other people's names throughout the whole process; he threw the stomach-nourishing porridge he cooked at five in the morning into the trash can and scolded her for "selling it cheaply"; the engraved watch he bought with three months of hard-earned money was broken into pieces on the rainy night when he celebrated Bai Yueguang's birthday. His palms were bleeding, and he said, "It's just a transaction, don't push yourself too far."
The most painful thing was not his indifference, but the fact that his mother heard him say "Xia Wan is just a tool" and died of a heart attack on the spot. Outside the rescue room, he handed over the divorce agreement and two million: "It's settled."
She left home and hid in a remote mountainous area, hiding her broken self in the sound of children reading.
But when he suddenly woke up, the world had already collapsed——
Bai Yueguang was a liar who faked her pregnancy to get money, but the woman he abandoned like a pair of shoes was the one who loved him with all her life. He looked for her like crazy, boiled pot after pot of millet porridge, knelt down all the roads she walked, and knocked on her mother's grave until his forehead bled, but he only got one sentence from her:
"The Xia Wan who loved you died the day my mother closed her eyes."
He donated hundreds of millions of his family fortune, established a foundation in her name, guarded the balcony full of gardenias, and cooked porridge that he could never learn after ten years. In the end, he coughed up blood and fell in front of the grave, holding a photo of her from that year in his hand, and a watch with the word "Wan" engraved on his wrist.
It turns out that some people's regret is that they will not be able to grow a blade of grass for the rest of their lives; some people's regrets are that they will not be able to cross the mountains and seas in their next life.
