They had been secretly married for three years, and everyone thought Shen Zhiyi was just the most inconspicuous secretary at Lu Chenzhou's side.
No one knew she was his wife.
He was cold and distant, and rumors about him never stopped. At last, her heart turned to stone, and she handed him divorce papers.
Lu Chenzhou signed without a change in his voice. “Suit yourself.”
But that very night, the most privileged young heir in Beijing lost control, pounding on her door in the pouring rain, his eyes bloodshot.
“Shen Zhiyi, we can get divorced.”
“But first, take my life with you.”
