In the third year after marrying the prince of Beijing, Bo Sihan, I am still the joke of the entire wealthy family.
Bai Yueguang lives in his heart, and he only married me to cheer up his seriously ill grandfather.
I wisely played the role of a transparent wife until I discovered the prepared divorce agreement in his study.
I calmly signed my name and disappeared without a trace, carrying my pregnant belly.
Five years later, at an international summit, he blocked me at the end of the corridor with red eyes and his voice was hoarse:
"The national treasure pharmacist that the whole world is looking for is actually my ex-wife, Bao Sihan?"
The cute little mixed-race baby behind me poked her head out and struck with precision: "Sir, Mommy said, old men don't deserve spring."
