The moment she was pushed into the water, Xu Qingyan finally understood that marriage was nothing more than a game of mutual exploitation.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become a “madwoman” who had already died once.
Husband cheating? Take photos. Mistress provoking her? Smile. With a black card in hand, she could have anything she wanted. One mad grin, and life or death was anyone’s guess.
Everyone said Mrs. Lu had gone mad.
But only she knew what she truly wanted.
In the game of fashion, she would rewrite her fate with madness.
Sorry, from now on, call me a master designer!
