When Strawberries Are Ripe

I have been Lin Qi's substitute for seven years. She asked me to imitate the goddess's frown and smile, wear the same white skirt as the goddess, and even buy the same hairpins. Later, when the goddess returned to China, Lin Qi threw me a card: "You go, she's back." I accepted it with a smile, then turned around and married her most feared business rival. On our wedding night, Lin Qi broke open my door in the heavy rain and asked me with red eyes: "Didn't you say you love me?" I leaned into another person's arms, slowly peeled a strawberry and handed it to her mouth: "Mr. Lin, Article 7 of the substitute contract - anyone who breaks the contract will be reimbursed tenfold."