Li Wu’s impulsive marriage to Ye Xingcheng began with his good looks and grew into love for his talent.
Ye Xingcheng’s marriage to Li Wu was a high-stakes gamble that began with rumors and grew into true affection.
They both thought they could keep everything under control, never realizing they had already fallen into the vortex of fate.
Three years later, Zhou Xunqian returned, draped in glory.
Standing at the highest point in the banquet hall, he looked down on everyone, yet failed to see the young woman who had once looked up to him.
That is, until Ye Xingcheng entered with Li Wu at his side.
The champagne glass in Zhou Xunqian’s hand shattered instantly, blood dripping down with the wine.
Ye Xingcheng only smiled faintly. He took out a handkerchief and elegantly wiped the moisture from the corner of Li Wu’s mouth, then shot the man onstage a frigid look.
“Brother, welcome home. By the way, meet my wife, Mrs. Ye.”
