On a rainy night, she curled up at a bus stop.
On her twenty-second birthday, her biological parents gathered around their adopted daughter. Not one of them remembered her.
When she got through to him, he said, “Don't be afraid. Tell me where you are.”
Twenty minutes later, he held a black umbrella over her head.
He pulled out a tiny wooden star, about the size of his thumb, its sharp edges worn smooth. “Happy birthday.”
It was the first birthday present she had ever received.
The next morning, she took his hand. “Let's get married.”
Only after they were married did she learn the truth:
He really was from the countryside, and Luojia Village was the hidden home of a clan that had kept to itself for a century.
He really did work on construction sites, but the site was a development he personally oversaw.
Every word he said was true. She had simply misunderstood him through the lens of her own assumptions.
When the Su family came to the village to humiliate him, they were struck speechless by the endless fields of blue roses.
The ordinary steward in her eyes was a financial tycoon capable of bringing the Su family to ruin.
The village she thought was nothing but countryside was so exclusive that even luxury cars worth tens of millions had to queue to get in.
He led her along ten li of red silk, exchanged wedding vows beneath a sky full of peach blossoms, and placed the betrothal papers in her palm.
“From now on, you're no longer an orphan. There's a place for you on the ancestral grounds of the Luo family.”
She thought this was the best possible ending.
But she didn't know that the fake heiress, the one she had taken everything from, was watching her from the shadows.
The true daughters of the Luo family were hurrying back.
And she had no idea that the man holding her at that very moment had once...
Never mind. She would find out soon enough.
The man who held an umbrella for her on a rainy night would walk by her side
