When Our Contract Ends, the Whole Capital Will Be Waiting for Me to Reveal My Identity

#The Contract Is Up, and All of Beijing Is Waiting for Me to Reveal My True Identity#

I was sent in someone else’s place to marry Fu Sijue, the aloof Buddhist-minded heir of Beijing’s elite circle.

Three years into our marriage, he pinched my chin and sneered, “Remember, you’re only her shadow.”

I lowered my head demurely, but in the dead of night, I used hacker code to wipe out his business rivals.

At a jewelry auction, a design I had casually altered was hailed as a masterwork.

He frowned at me. “Who are you, really?”

I only smiled, silently counting down the days until our contract expired.

Then, at a grand Beijing gala, I tore off the mask of the adopted daughter beneath the spotlights

The godfather of the international jewelry world held a light for me, and the hacker empire bowed to me as its master.

Fu Sijue charged onto the stage, eyes red, only to hear me chuckle into the microphone:

“Mr. Fu, the contract is over. It’s time for your one true love to step aside.”

What he didn’t know was that the keepsake he had treasured for ten years

had always borne my name on its back.