Seven days before the wedding, my mother-in-law called me into the Buddhist hall and handed me an account book.
It contains the names of all the husband's lovers, the times they met, and abortion records.
"The bloodline of the Gu family can only be decided by me," she said.
I married into a wealthy family, not for love, but for the influence of the Gu family. I keep an eye on her husband for her, record every romantic debt, and prevent bastards from entering.
I thought I was a chess player. I spent twelve years of forbearance in exchange for everything I wanted.
Until I found out——
The husband who was regarded as a waste by everyone was deliberately raised to be a waste.
The man her mother-in-law had hated for forty years had never betrayed her.
The son whom the mother-in-law thought was dead has been living by her side.
And the portrait in the Buddhist hall, the scar on the baby's wrist that has been traced countless times——
He is a father who has left evidence of guilt throughout his life.
Only after opening this account book will you know:
You thought you were playing chess. In fact, you are also a chess piece.
