On my forty-ninth birthday, I was washing dishes in a hotel when I saw my husband holding his mistress cutting the cake.
He threw over the divorce papers: "Lin Cuilan, look at your face, are you worthy of being my wife? Clean up and leave the house!"
He jumped into a river late at night, only to be fished out by a passing billionaire. He was soaked all over and his eyes were red: "You look like my dead wife... Marry me and I will make you the most noble woman in the city."
Later, my ex-husband's company went bankrupt and he knelt on the wedding red carpet and begged me to remarry.
I laughed: "Zhou Jianguo, the way you kneel is so ugly."
He pointed at the richest man: "You are just a substitute!"
The richest man put his arm around my waist and said coldly: "It's not a substitute. It's Lin Cuilan."
