At the Hong Kong City Airport, as soon as Shen Qingwan held the hand of his three-year-old son, Lu Tingchen's bodyguards blocked the exit. "When the contract marriage expires, the child must return to the Lu family." His suit was straight and there was no warmth in his eyes. Shen Qingwan smiled. Five years ago, she was an adopted daughter from the countryside, and was given to the divorced CEO by Mrs. Lu as a gift. She thought that marriage first and love later could warm his heart, until Bai Yueguang returned to China and he personally handed over the divorce agreement. "The last time." She closed her eyes and started to look back in time - at the cost of ten years of life. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the first rainy night when she married into the Lu family. Lu Tingchen was saying indifferently: "Don't dream about Mrs. Lu's position." This time, she didn't cry or beg, she just said calmly: "Mr. Lu, add one clause to the contract - if I become a top international designer, the custody rights will be mine." He agreed with a smile. But he didn't know that she was reborn three times, and each time she was one step closer to designing the throne, but his vision began to lose control. When she stood on the podium at Paris Fashion Week, he was blocking the backstage with his children, his eyes red: "Shen Qingwan, don't look back this time... For the sake of my love for you." She pressed her pocket watch gently. Fourth countdown. What has to be paid this time is all the memories related to him.
