[A wealthy family abuses a scumbag + the heroine makes money + chases his wife in the crematorium + no CP]
On their fifth wedding anniversary, Xia Nuan saw her husband shopping for Hermès with another woman in his arms at Taikoo Hui.
The moment the flower scissors cut the red rose, her heart died. If a man is unreliable, then rely on money.
From leaving home to becoming the queen of Lingnan flower art, it took her ten years to plant a decapitated rose into a sea of flowers.
The independent brand period of the Dutch auction market was lit up every night, and three hundred flower farmers followed her in dividing the dividends and counting money. Even the centuries-old rules in the Gu family ancestral hall were rewritten for her.
My ex-husband chased me to Yunnan and sent me a box of plateau red roses every year. There were always only six words on the card: "Pay back the flowers I owe you slowly."
She collected the flowers and placed them at the door of her studio, alongside a row of southern white flowers.
No reply.
The flower doesn't ask itself how much it's worth, it just blooms. So does she.
[Guide to entering the pit: How cruel you are in the early stage, how stable it will be in the later stage. Readers who read it in one go said that they suggested changing the title to "The Wife of a Rich Family Doesn't Cry, She Just Makes Money, and by the Way, Her Ex-husband's Family too"]
This story is purely fictitious and any similarities are purely coincidental.
