My name is Jiang Xiyue. I’m 26, an independent jewelry designer, and I’ve made a modest name for myself with my Eastern-inspired designs. My father had an affair years ago, and my mother raised me alone while running a street stall. I believe in “never bending, even if it means breaking.” Then, one day, I took the blame for my best friend and was confronted at my door by a lawyer from the Gu family.
Gu Yihan, heir to the Gu family, showed up and tossed me a six-month marriage contract. My mother was hospitalized and urgently needed surgery money, so he transferred three million yuan to me. I gritted my teeth and signed. Our fake marriage began, and we moved in under the same roof.
He was cold and reserved; I was fiery and guarded. The whole internet mocked me for marrying above my station. But he stood outside my door late at night, watching me revise my designs; he smoothed things over for me at a press conference; he waited for me to finish work on a stormy night... Even his five-year-old niece called me “Mom.”
From being forced to live together to having an adorable baby help bring them closer, from family opposition to the long road of winning his wife back: he fell in love for real, and I didn’t run away either.
