Everyone in Haicheng knows that the commercial emperor Fu Sinian has Bai Yueguang who is very close to his heart. Unfortunately, she died young and became his untouchable enemy. And I, Shen Nian, a poor student who came out of the orphanage, was bought out with a contract for three years because I had a face that was 70% similar to that of Bai Yueguang. Article 1 of the contract: Play "her" well, be available whenever you call, and don't have any personal feelings. I nodded obediently. After all, a six-figure "salary" a month and a huge donation to the orphanage were enough for me to swallow all my grievances. So, I imitated her in wearing a white skirt, imitated her in smiling quietly, and imitated her in making the coffee he loved to drink. Fu Sinian often looks at another person through me. His eyes were cold and his tone was distant: "Remember your identity, don't think about things you shouldn't think about." I lowered my eyebrows and said, "Okay, Mr. Fu." Behind his back, I used the money he gave me to quietly make plans and gradually erode his rival's business territory. No one knew that the mysterious trader codenamed "N" who caused a bloody storm in the financial circle would be the canary kept in the cage by Mr. Fu. At the end of the three-year period, the real "White Moonlight" returned to China with a high profile. I handed over the termination agreement and prepared to retire after my success. I also took over the rival company I had just acquired and gave Mr. Fu a "parting gift". But Fu Sinian cornered me with red eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't leave." I smiled distantly and politely: "Mr. Fu, your White Moonlight is back, and it's time for my substitute to be laid off." He held my wrist tightly and took out an old, yellowed photo. The girl in the photo was clearly me when I was young. "I've been looking for you for fifteen years,
