Lin Qingwan was Lu Qiyuan’s perfect stand-in for three years.
For his sake, she hid her secret identity as a master of every skill, gave up everything to cook for him, and humbled herself until she was lower than dirt.
Yet all she got in return was his abandoning her, gravely ill and stranded in a downpour, over a casual lie told to protect his beloved.
Later, Lin Qingwan died in a car crash, taking two lives with her. There wasn’t even anyone to collect her body, while he watched the New Year’s fireworks with his beloved.
When Lin Qingwan opened her eyes again, she was back on that agonizing New Year’s Eve three years earlier.
Looking at the scumbag who still held himself above everyone else, Lin Qingwan smiled. To hell with love. Isn’t making money better?
She pulled out her IV, tossed down the breakup papers, and moved out of the Lu family home that very night.
When she appeared again, she was a top designer worth hundreds of billions and an untouchable dark queen of high society, with the powerful heir of Beijing’s elite, a man who cherished her above all else, standing by her side.
At first, Lu Qiyuan sneered at the empty villa. “She’ll come crawling back to beg me within three days.”
Later, the truth about her supposed “savior” came to light, and the devastating memories of his past life fully awakened in Lu Qiyuan’s mind…
The once-arrogant Mr. Lu went completely mad.
He threw around a fortune worth hundreds of billions. He crawled through a blizzard, bowing his head with every step, and begged on his knees in front of Lin Qingwan’s car, weeping until his eyes were bloodshot, as lowly as dirt. “Wanwan, I’ll give you my life in exchange. Please… don’t leave me, okay?”
The car window rolled down. Lin Qingwan looked down at the bloodied man, her expression utterly calm.
“Lu Qiyuan, affection that comes too late is worth less than grass. The sight of you now disgusts me.
“This time, I won’t kill you. I hope you live a long life, without a wife or children, and die alone in regret.”
