The day I jumped into the sea, my embarrassment was broadcast live on the entire Internet.
In the video, my husband Rong Yan is watching the fireworks with Bai Yueguang. Barrage carnival: "The real owner is back, it's time for the substitute to give way!"
I smiled and sent him the live broadcast link: "See you at the Civil Affairs Bureau at nine o'clock tomorrow."
Then he turned over and jumped into the dark sea.
The salvage team searched for three days and found only one of my high heels. Rong Yan choked up in front of the camera: "She just lost her temper... And will come back."
He didn't know that this was what I was waiting for.
Three months later, the Zurich auction. The works of mysterious Chinese painter Luna fetch sky-high prices at auction. When the reporter asked about her creative inspiration, she chuckled to the global cameras:
"In memory of my dead love."
That night, Rong Yan smashed open my hotel room door. His eyes were bloodshot and his stubble was messy.
He held my wrist tightly and said in a hoarse and broken voice: "Shen Qing... You are not dead."
I pulled my hand away and slowly wiped the skin he touched with a disinfectant wipe.
"Mr. Rong, you have recognized the wrong person."
"The Shen Qing you loved -"
"Literally died in the sea."
Later, the technology company I founded took over half of the Rong family.
At the celebration banquet, he knelt down in public and raised the 51% share transfer agreement above his head.
I leaned over and lifted his chin with the tip of my high heels:
"You know? What I learned in those five years was not how to love you."
"Learning how to... Break you."
"I did not jump into the sea to seek death, but to let you see how beautiful the deep sea is without you."
