On the day of the divorce, I signed an agreement and became the fiancée of Lu Chenzhou, the living hell king in the Beijing circle.
My ex-husband, Gu Jingshen, laughed that I would only wait to die after leaving him, waiting to see me as embarrassed as a dog.
He didn't know that the "wretched wife" he abandoned like a pair of worn-out shoes was already a cutting-edge international designer.
Little did I know that the man I was holding my arm was in the clouds that he couldn't even see when he looked up.
Later, I received the award in Paris, shining brightly. His company went bankrupt and he was imprisoned.
On live TV, he cried bitterly and begged me to remarry.
And my husband, who I agreed to, knelt down on one knee in front of billions of cameras and put on a rare pink diamond for me:
"Wanwan, the contract has expired. Now, are you willing to marry me? I will use all my wealth as a betrothal for the rest of your life."
——This time, it's not a contract, it's preference, it's exclusivity, it's the only exception in Lu Chenzhou's life.
