For three years, I was Shen Shiyan’s most obedient shadow, married to him in someone else’s place.
The night his long-lost true love returned, he tossed a divorce agreement in front of me. “Sign it. Fifty million. We’re even.”
I didn’t cry or make a scene. I picked up the pen, signed, and vanished that very night.
When we met again, I was a rising designer making waves on the international stage, with Lu Shen by my side, his eyes full of me.
Shen Shiyan, red-eyed, blocked my path. “Niannian, let’s get remarried.”
I clung to Lu Shen’s arm and smiled coolly. “Mr. Shen, the crematorium is full. Please go home.”
