The thing Sheng Mian regrets most in her life is that she arranged a marriage for the Sheng family three years ago and married a man she had never met.
Three years later, my husband finally returned to China. On the first night they met, she was drugged by her stepmother and sent to his bed. When he woke up, the man threw a wad of money with a cold face: "Is that enough? I will ask the lawyer to send the divorce agreement."
Sheng Mian smiled. She threw the money back in his face: "Fu Yancheng, you see clearly - I am your legal wife. You keep this money for yourself as mental damage compensation."
She thought divorce was the end. But unfortunately, she was pregnant.
When Fu Yancheng found out, his eyes were colder than ice: "I don't recognize other people's children. Abort them."
Sheng Mian turned around and left, disappearing from his world.
When they met again, she was a popular designer in the industry, accompanied by a little boy who looked exactly like him.
And the once aloof President Fu, with his messy suit, knelt down on one knee and tightly grasped the corners of her clothes.
"Mianmian, I checked. The child is mine."
"Please, go home."
Sheng Mian looked down at him, her voice as calm as if she was saying the weather was nice today:
"Mr. Fu, have you forgotten? I signed the divorce agreement. Ex-Wife Guide, you have found the wrong person."
He thought he was a giver, but he didn't know that she was the calamity in his life.
It took her three years to learn not to love him, and he spent the rest of his life on his knees begging her to come back.
