I was the stand-in for the woman Lu Chenzhou, a powerful man in Beijing’s elite circles, loved most.
He paid three hundred million yuan to force me to sign an agreement, all because I looked like his dead first love.
For five years, I came whenever he called and obeyed like a cat.
Then I was diagnosed with end-stage stomach cancer. I had only three months left.
That day, he kissed me tenderly for the first time. “Let’s make it official. Marry me.”
But I smiled and handed him my resignation letter and diagnosis. “Mr. Lu, I’m tired of this. Find someone else.”
He thought I was playing hard to get. He tore up the diagnosis and locked me in his villa.
Three days later, he rushed back from an overseas bidding event, only to find my cold body and a final message:
“Next life, don’t make me anyone’s stand-in again.”
Later, he went mad clutching the urn that held my ashes.
