Her Ex Begs for Her Back, but She's Already Spoiled by His Uncle

In Shen Nanzhi’s third year of marriage to the Lu family, her husband Lu Huaichuan’s first love, Xu Qingyao, returned from abroad. At the welcome-home banquet, Xu Qingyao wore the showstopper gown Shen Nanzhi had spent seven sleepless nights embroidering for the Lu family. Everyone praised her for having “the bearing of the Lu family’s young madam.” Her mother-in-law told Shen Nanzhi not to make a scene, her sister-in-law said she had no class, and even Lu Huaichuan merely said, “It’s just a dress. Qingyao likes it, so what’s wrong with letting her have it?” Looking at the paired begonia stitches her mother had invented on the cuff, Shen Nanzhi suddenly smiled. Three years ago, when Lu Huaichuan had fallen into a coma after a car accident and the Lu family was in crisis, she had married into the family to bring him good fortune and protect his right to inherit. She had restored the Lu family’s haute couture line and safeguarded its reputation. She had also hidden the embroidery patterns left by her mother to shield the Lu family from an old scandal. But they had all forgotten. The next day, Shen Nanzhi handed over the divorce papers. Lu Huaichuan sneered. “Where can you go after leaving the Lu family?” She calmly put away her seal. “Back to the Shen family.” Later, the Shen family’s old atelier reopened, and a single piece, Spring’s Surprise, shook the haute couture world of Jingzhou. The old embroidery patterns uncovered the truth behind Shen Nanzhi’s mother’s fall from a building fifteen years earlier. Xu Qingyao’s claims to having saved someone, her theft of the dress, and her appropriation of Shen Nanzhi’s embroidery techniques were exposed one by one. Lu Huaichuan finally panicked. Only then did he learn that the person who had knelt in the rain begging the doctors to save him on the night of the accident was Shen Nanzhi. The qualities he had so fondly remembered in Xu Qingyao had all belonged to her in the first place. Red-eyed, he blocked the entrance to the Shen family’s old atelier. “Nanzhi, I was wrong. Let’s remarry.” Inside, Lu Tingye adjusted Shen Nanzhi’s shawl and looked up coolly. “Huaichuan, mind your manners.” “Call her Aunt-in-law.”