The night her father was on the brink of death, Shen Qingli’s life came to a standstill.
Standing at the hospital payment window, she waited for the money that could save his life. Instead, Lu Yanzhou handed her a divorce agreement.
They had been secretly married for three years. She had always believed that if she was gentle and understanding enough, she could eventually warm his heart.
But all he said coldly was:
“Fifty thousand. That’s enough for you to leave with dignity.”
His first love, Lin Wan, stood behind him, looking gentle and innocent.
In that moment, Shen Qingli finally understood: in Lu Yanzhou’s eyes, her three years of patience and love amounted to nothing more than a nuisance he could pay to get rid of.
She signed and walked away, personally cutting off the last of her foolish hopes.
But Lu Yanzhou didn’t know that by paying fifty thousand to end their marriage, he had also shut the door on the Lu family’s last chance of survival.
The old case files her father had left behind began to reveal their secrets, piece by piece.
A missing jade pendant, a patent document sealed away for years, and a recording of her mother’s final words tore open the secret the Lu family had hidden for five years.
Later, the Lu family teetered on the brink of ruin.
At last, he understood: what he had handed her back then wasn’t just a divorce agreement. It was the final blow that had pushed her toward the abyss.
With red-rimmed eyes, Lu Yanzhou knelt before her, begging her to look at him one more time.
But Shen Qingli simply took a calm step back.
“Mr. Lu, stop kneeling.”
“It’s too late. I stopped wanting you a long time ago.”
