It was very late.
Yet the crystal chandelier in the master bedroom of the Su family villa was still shining, its cold light spilling down and draining all warmth from the festive red that filled the room.
The faint scent of gardenias on her mingled with the industrial smell of the new fabrics and wooden furniture in the bridal suite, creating a strange sense of discord. The door was ajar, and faint sounds of servants cleaning up could still be heard from the corridor. Everything reminded Shen Mo that he had gotten married today.
To a woman he had met only once.
Shen Mo stood before the huge windows, his shadow stretching long, like a soulless statue. He wasn’t looking out at the dark night. Instead, his gaze rested on the blurred reflection in the glass. In it, a woman sat on the sofa: Su Wanqing.
She wore a bright red wedding dress, a color meant to be festive. Now, it seemed like a heavy shackle, weighing down her slender shoulders until they trembled faintly. Even her exquisite makeup could not hide the exhaustion in her eyes or the sorrow that seemed to seep into every corner of her being.
That was her, his wife in name, the eldest daughter of the Su family.
A woman forced to marry him, the so-called “good-for-nothing,” in her younger sister’s place to save her family’s business.
Shen Mo’s gaze shifted slightly. A stream of pale blue data, invisible to everyone else, silently appeared above Su Wanqing’s head.
