After three years of marriage, Shen Zhiyi thought she had warmed Fu Yanci's heart.
She remembered that he had a bad stomach and made porridge every morning; she remembered all his hobbies and lived her life in the most comfortable way for him. She thought this was love.
Until he said in the brotherhood: "Marry her just because it suits you."
Until the night when Bai Yueguang returned to China, she saw with her own eyes that he put her into his arms with red eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "It's been three years, and you are finally willing to come back."
Shen Zhiyi stood in the rain and suddenly smiled.
It turns out that she was a joke from beginning to end.
That night she handed over the divorce agreement, and Fu Yanci signed it without even looking at it. He said in a calm tone: "You figured it out? Take the money and leave. Don't make it too ugly."
Shen Zhiyi didn't take a penny, only herself.
Later——
At the Fu Group's anniversary celebration, he saw Shen Zhiyi holding another man's hand, talking and laughing.
The woman who once washed his hands and made soup for him is now a hot new designer with countless suitors around her.
He rushed over like crazy, but was stopped by the security guard.
Shen Zhiyi looked back at him, her eyes as calm as looking at a stranger.
"Mr. Fu, please respect yourself."
At that moment, Fu Yanci finally understood - belated affection is worthless than grass.
And the person he lost will never look back in this life.
