He made me spend three years in prison, then kneel before her grave to atone.
On her first night in prison, Su Wanqing didn't sleep a wink.
Lying on the hard bed, she stared at the pale moonlight beyond the barred window. All she could think about was the look Feng Jingchen had given her at the end: hatred, bone-deep hatred.
She hadn't pushed Shen Mengyao.
She'd only had an argument with her.
But no one believed her.
Not Feng Jingchen, not Su Wanqing's parents, no one. Everyone was convinced she was a murderer.
In her first month behind bars, Feng Jingchen came to see her once.
Through the glass, he looked at her as coldly as if she were already dead.
"Su Wanqing, Mengyao's gravestone is ready. You owe her your life."
Then he turned and left, never to return.
Over the next three years, Su Wanqing learned to keep quiet.
She was bullied by the prison boss, thrown into solitary confinement, and left without treatment when she fell ill. Her hands were covered in scars, and her weight fell from 110 jin to 80 jin.
At her most desperate, she learned that her mother had died of illness.
She hadn't even been able to see her one last time.
On the day she was released, she stood outside the prison and looked up at the gray sky.
Feng Jingchen's car pulled up in front of her.
"Su Wanqing, your sentence is over, but your atonement is only just beginning."
He gave her a job as a cleaner at the Feng Group.
Every day, she had to pass Shen Mengyao's grave.
Every day, he made her kneel and atone.
Su Wanqing thought she'd spend the rest of her life groveling like this.
Until one day, she met someone.
The man said to her, "Your talent shouldn't be buried."
From that moment on, her life changed.
