After five years of marriage, I was as humble as dust, and what I got in exchange was the return of my husband's white moonlight and a divorce agreement.
On the day I left the house, he held the pregnant Bai Yueguang in his arms and smiled contemptuously: "You are nothing if you leave me."
Three years later, at the International Finance Summit, I was the newly appointed president of the Asia-Pacific region.
And he, as the representative of the bankrupt company, was grovelingly submitting a cooperation plan to me.
The moment he saw my name tag, his face turned pale and his voice trembled: "Qinqin, why is it you?"
I picked up the coffee and smiled slightly: "Sir, please pay attention to your title. Please call me Mr. Lin."
He knelt down with red eyes: "I was wrong, Bai Yueguang is fake, and the child is not mine..."
The heir to a top wealthy family behind me put his arm around my waist and said, "Honey, this kind of rubbish should be cleaned up immediately."
