The Stand-In Contract Expired, but the Capital’s Mogul Turned Red-Eyed

Three years into their marriage, Gu Yan’s beloved returned.

Right in front of her, he said, “She’s just a caregiver.”

I took off my wedding ring, tore up the contract, and walked away without looking back.

Later, everyone in Beijing’s elite circles was saying that Mr. Gu was desperately searching for someone.

At nightclubs and drinking parties, he kicked open every door, his eyes bloodshot.

“Wen Wan, come back.”

I smiled over my glass. “Mr. Gu, the contract has expired. Have you forgotten?”