Five Years as a Stand-In: The Cold-Hearted Tycoon Goes Mad When I Fake My Death

Cen Zhiwei spent five years as Shang Yan’s shadow. Her genius designs bore Young Master Shang’s name, while her talent was locked away in a dark room to help the Shang Group reach the top. Shang Yan was cold as ice. “Zhiwei, I bought your life. You can only design for the Shang family.” He erased her name, yet when they were on the brink of death, he chose without hesitation the younger brother who had taken her name. Before plunging into the sea, Cen Zhiwei tore up every original draft. “Shang Yan, I’m giving this life back to you. We’re even.” Later, the Shang empire collapsed. The once-arrogant man dug through the ruins until his fingers were raw and bloody, desperate to find a broken pencil. He begged her to visit his dreams, driven mad with longing. Three years later, a top architectural auditor returned to the country. At the end of the red carpet, Shang Yan fell to his knees and clutched her hem. “Zhiwei, please come back.” Cen Zhiwei linked arms with a rising star and smiled, radiant yet distant. “Mr. Shang, the foundation is too filthy. I don’t want it anymore.”