For three years, Su Mei wore white dresses, learned to be gentle, and concealed her sharp edges, all to become the first love enshrined in Lu Yuan's heart.
Then the real Lin Qingwan returned to the country. Lu Yuan tossed a ten-million-yuan check at Su Mei's feet and ordered coldly, “Take the money and get out of the capital.”
Su Mei bent to pick up the check. Suddenly, a cold System prompt rang in her ears.
She smiled.
That night, right in front of Lu Yuan, she tore off her white dress and changed into a fiery red one. Her red lips curved up. “Thanks for the generous reward, Mr. Lu. I hope you two stay together forever.”
The next time they met, she appeared in an elegant black dress, outshining everyone at a lavish society banquet, surrounded by prominent investors. Lu Yuan crushed his wineglass, his eyes seething with uncontrollable jealousy.
When Lin Qingwan tried to humiliate her in public with money, Su Mei turned away, feigning tears and vulnerability, making Lu Yuan shatter every illusion he had about his first love with his own hands.
When Lu's mother showed up with people to catch them in the act and make trouble, Su Mei made one phone call and froze the entire Lu Group's overseas funds.
Only then did everyone realize that the substitute they had trampled on was the real daughter of the Su family, a top overseas financial dynasty that had stayed hidden from the world, and had been missing for years.
Later, on a rainy night, Lu Yuan knelt in the street, disheveled and broken. His voice was hoarse and pleading. “Meimei, I was wrong. Please come back, okay?”
Su Mei walked past indifferently in her high heels, casting a cool glance down at him. “Mr. Lu, move aside. The dog's blocking the road.”
