Wen Shiyu has been Fu Sihan's secret lover for three years. Everyone in the industry knows that she is the perfect substitute for Bai Yueguang in Fu Sihan's heart. The same eyebrows, the same preferences, and even the arc of the smile have been carefully imitated. She was conscientious, always available, and never asked a question. Fu Sihan's friend teased: "The canary you raised is better behaved than the real owner." Fu Sihan puffed out his cigarette and said indifferently, "It's just a fake." Wen Shiyu heard this, lowered his head to hide the astringency in his eyes, and then obediently refilled a cup of hot tea for him. Later, Bai Yueguang returned to China, causing a sensation in the whole city. For the first time, Fu Sihan gave Wen Shiyu a black card with no limit, and his tone was his usual charity: "She's back, and this money will be enough for you to live and eat for the rest of your life." Wen Shiyu didn't ask for it, but calmly packed his luggage and disappeared without a trace. Everyone thought she would cry and get entangled. But she didn't. Fu Sihan also thought he would be relaxed, but the hole in his heart became bigger and bigger. He began to miss her cooking like crazy, missed her gentle hug, and missed her eyes that never belonged to him but fell on his heart. When he finally found her at the premiere of a blockbuster movie, she was already a rising star screenwriter, flanked by a high-spirited young movie star. The man's eyes were scarlet and he blocked her backstage: "Why are you leaving?" Wen Shiyu looked at him and smiled distantly and charmingly: "Mr. Fu, fakes also have dignity. Besides, who said I loved you?
