On their third wedding anniversary, her mother-in-law smashed her cake and called her a “barren hen.”
Her husband spent the night with another woman, and even the news that she was pregnant was torn apart and scattered to the wind like a joke.
Su Wan thought that if she endured enough, she could eventually warm Fu Sinian's frozen heart. But when she was framed for theft and forced to kneel in front of everyone, when her husband ripped up her pregnancy test and threw it in her face, she finally understood: in that household, even breathing was a mistake.
The day she left with nothing, rain poured down in torrents.
Madam Fu threw her luggage out the door and sneered, “Without the Fu family, you're nothing.”
Everyone thought she would cry and beg for mercy.
But they didn't know that seeds trampled into the mud are the ones that struggle hardest to bloom.
Three years later, Wan Yi Design swept the industry's awards. Su Wan was worth over a hundred million and had become a dazzling light everyone else could only look up to.
Fu Sinian, who had once been blind and foolish, knelt before her, humble as dust. “Su Wan, please, give me a chance to atone.”
Su Wan walked past him, her gaze utterly calm.
“Sorry, I don't need you to tell me what to do with my future.”
