Ruan Qingning had died once.
In the tenth year after she was brought back to the Ruan family, her fake heiress sister pushed her from the twenty-sixth floor to cover up the group’s debts, making it look like suicide. The debt collectors trashed the funeral hall, and even after death, she was left with a terrible reputation.
The fake heiress, who should have gone to prison, inherited her rights and was doted on by both her birth family and her in-laws.
When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the third day after being recognized by the Ruan family.
This time, Ruan Qingning decided to stop pretending and stop giving way.
She wouldn’t try to please anyone. She would live exactly as she pleased!
Fu Chenglan was known as the Buddha of Beijing’s elite circle: aloof, refined, and obsessively fastidious.
The Fu family kept pressuring him to marry, while the women in their circle pursued him like wolves. He was fed up.
Ruan Qingning came to see him. “Let’s have a fake marriage. I’ll fend off your admirers, and you’ll help me get the Ruan Group. Once it’s done, we go our separate ways.”
Fu Chenglan looked down at her. “Deal.”
When the marriage announcement came out, all of Beijing was betting on how many days it would take before she was thrown out.
Who would have guessed she’d charm Grandma Fu so thoroughly that she couldn’t stop smiling, win endless praise from the hard-to-please Old Master Fu, and even get the Fu family’s little troublemaker completely under control?
Later, with her revenge complete and the Ruan family in her hands,
Ruan Qingning slapped the divorce agreement on the table. “Mr. Fu, it’s been a pleasure working with you. Until we meet again.”
Fu Chenglan said nothing.
He tore up the agreement and cornered her against the wall. “Ruan Qingning, you said that if there’s something you want, you’ve never failed to get it.”
She raised an eyebrow. “And?”
“What about me? Do you really not want me?”
