Lin Yumo has been Fu Xizhou's "canary" for three years. With a contract, he is always available. Everyone in the circle laughed at her for being wishful thinking, but she was just a poor substitute for Mr. Fu Bai Yueguang. Lin Yumo also knew that she was pretending to be the non-existent shadow just to repay her family's huge debt. At the end of the three-year period, Bai Yueguang returned to China with a high profile, and celebrities all over the city were waiting to see her jokes. Lin Yumo handed over the termination agreement and a bank card first. "Mr. Fu, the three-year contract has expired. This is the salary and interest you paid in advance. We have settled everything." She left neatly, as if those three years of tenderness had never happened. Everyone thought that Fu Xizhou would run towards his Bai Yueguang without hesitation. But this business emperor, who had always been indifferent and self-sufficient, felt panicked for the first time while staring at the empty villa for countless late nights. He discovered that, without knowing when, the substitute's eyebrows, the meals she cooked, and her gentle cuddles at night had already been engraved in his bones and blood. Fu Xizhou went crazy. He withdrew all Bai Yueguang's resources, blocked the news about Lin Yumo in the city, and staged a vigorous "President Chasing His Wife in the Crematorium". A friend teased: "Mr. Fu, isn't your white moonlight right in front of you?" Fu Xizhou stubbed out the cigarette between his fingers, his eyes red: "She is not the moonlight, she is my life." At this time, Lin Yumo had already been reborn, and as a stunning jewelry designer, she stood in the spotlight of the international stage, surrounded by countless young talents. Seeing the man chasing after her, she slightly raised her red lips and smiled distantly and charmingly: "Mr. Fu, do we know each other?
