When the wedding march played, Jiang Xianhao thought she was the happiest woman in the world.
Her fiancé Xu Yanli was gentle and rich, treating her like a treasure; her father was the richest man in Qingcheng and gave her fine clothes and food for twenty years; her best friend Qiao Yanxin's bridesmaid dress was so wet that she cried with joy.
Until Xu Yanli took the microphone, he didn't say I was willing, but played a recording in front of everyone, which was irrefutable evidence that Jiang's father forced his father to death. He told her in front of three hundred guests: "Every day I see you, I feel so sick that I want to vomit."
Immediately afterwards, Jiang's father announced on the spot that she was just an adopted daughter and had nothing to do with the Jiang family from now on. Qiao Yanxin covered her mouth in surprise, but she hadn't had time to hide the smile in her eyes.
Overnight, love, family, and friendship were all carefully woven scams.
On a rainy night, Jiang Xianhao stood in the middle of the road, wanting to end this absurd life. The sound of the brakes cut through the rain. The man stepping out of the black Bentley was Song Wenjing, the most powerful person in Qingcheng. He held an umbrella and leaned over, and saw her embarrassed face clearly. That face was very much like the white moonlight when he left for another country.
She knelt in the rain and grabbed his trousers: "Please, help me."
His eyes were dark, looking at the looming skin under her soaked white shirt, and his voice was low: "Be my lover, the one who can't see the light of day."
She got into the back seat of the luxury car and looked back out the window at the pouring rain.
From that moment on, there was no longer an adopted daughter of the Jiang family who could be exploited by others. There is only one poisoned knife named Jiang Xianhao.
But she had considered everything except that when his real Bai Yueguang returned, how would she, the fake, make an honorable exit?
