The ex-husband becomes her plaything for love. Tension turned up to the max, and the battle for her affection goes completely off the rails.
Meng Sheng was married to Fu Chuan for three years. Everyone in elite circles looked down on her, but she happily played the devoted little wife for all three years.
Only because this marriage was something she had carefully schemed to obtain. She loved Fu Chuan, so around him she was humble, she was fake, and she wasn’t even herself.
It wasn’t until Fu Chuan’s first love returned to the country that Meng Sheng finally grew tired of it. She tore off every mask of docility and became the cool, captivating rose that every man in the capital’s social circles clamored after...
Yet President Fu chased her to her door like a mad dog who’d lost his soul. When he saw the person standing behind her, his eyes turned red.
“Shengsheng, you’re throwing me away for these one or two scumbags?!”
Meng Sheng scoffed, her red lips parting. “Calling them scumbags? Then what does that make you?”
Her eyes were cold. “Could it be... that you aren’t one too?”
To her surprise, Fu Chuan, who had always held himself above everyone else, clamped a hand around hers, suddenly looking every bit as humble as she once had.
“I’m a scumbag too. I don’t need a title. I won’t be your husband. Just let me stay...”
Later, the men in this battlefield of love went completely wild.
“She’s slapped me before. Has she ever slapped any of you? I’m the one she cares about most!” one man gloated.
“A slap is nothing. She told me to get lost and even stepped on my chest. Now that’s true love!” another man crawled around in a gloomy, pathetic fashion.
Fu, the first husband, ground his teeth. “What a bunch of clueless idiots. I’ve been divorced from her. Have any of you? I’m qualified to be her plaything. Are you...?”
