Xia Nuan always believed she was the intern favored above all others by Cheng Jiamu, the star lawyer who held her close to his heart.
He tore apart scumbags for her, kicked out her parasitic brother and sister-in-law, and sheltered her under his wing, paving a bright road to success.
Until she heard his drunken friend say bluntly, “You’re only so good to her because she looks like Shen Yue, aren’t you?”
It turned out that from beginning to end, she had been nothing but a stand-in for his first love.
A five-million-yuan check was slapped against her face. Looking down at her, his first love said, “Xia Nuan, it’s time for you to step aside.”
She didn’t cry. Clutching the check, she smiled with calm indifference. “Thank you for taking ‘care’ of me all this time, Attorney Cheng. I won’t forget it.”
She turned and walked away, decisive and without looking back.
But she had no idea that his phone was full of photos of her, going all the way back to her first day of interviews,
nor did she know he had kept more than a hundred recordings, each one repeating in anguish: “I fell in love with her. It was never because of her face.”
Later, he knelt for hours outside the courthouse, laying all his worldly possessions before her. His voice was hoarse and broken. “Xia Nuan, I never treated you as a stand-in. You’re my sun. Could you... look at me one more time?”
