After three years as his stand-in, she had had enough.
He thought she could never leave him, not knowing she had already written their ending.
Song Niannian had been Fu Sinian's substitute girlfriend for three years.
He gave her the finest apartment, the most expensive clothes, and a black card with no spending limit, everything except his love. She took the pressure of his family's arranged marriage off his shoulders, accompanied him to every event that called for a “girlfriend,” and even answered his late-night calls when he was drunk, listening as he called another woman's name.
She told herself it was fine. It was only a transaction.
Until the woman he had always loved finally returned. With his arm around her, Fu Sinian said casually, “You can leave now. I'll make sure you get paid.”
Song Niannian smiled. She didn't take his money. She left with only the suitcase she had brought with her. Inside were an old passport and a pair of rings she had secretly bought three years ago but never given him.
Five years later, at the finale of Paris Fashion Week's grand show, Fu Sinian took his seat in the VIP section as a top investor, ready to watch a dazzling jewelry showcase. The spotlights blazed, and models streamed onto the runway in a glittering procession.
At the end, the chief designer came out to take her bow.
The woman onstage wore a sharply tailored black suit. Her short hair curled slightly, and her gaze was calm. The badge on her chest read: SONG, Founder of Fine Jewelry: Song Niannian.
The wineglass in Fu Sinian's hand shattered.
He charged backstage like a madman, only to be stopped by the bodyguards. She looked at him once through the crowd, then gently removed the ring from her left ring finger. It wasn't his. It belonged to someone else.
“Mr. Fu, please call me Ms. Song.”
