Ten years ago, on the stormy mountain road, Lin Wanwan rescued the two elders of the Lu family, and tied her into a wealthy family's cage that ate people without spitting out their bones with a marriage contract.
Everyone said that she had reached the top of the hierarchy, but only she knew that this engagement was the deepest disaster in her life.
Lu Chenyan, the most dignified and cold-hearted man in Jiangcheng, has always lived in the center of his heart a person who cannot see the light of day.
That person is his nominal baby mother - Wen Ruan.
The dark villa is full of ambiguities. They turn taboos into obsessions and hide absurdity into dignity.
Lin Wanwan, on the other hand, was a fig leaf used to cover up the scandals of the wealthy family.
He spoke coldly to her, humiliated her in every possible way, treated her as a cheap substitute, and trampled on her sincerity and dignity.
"Lin Wanwan, you are not even qualified to be her substitute."
"Just be a decoration and don't have any wishful thinking."
At the dinner table, misidentified kisses late at night, preference again and again, pain again and again.
She loved, endured, gave in, and humbled herself to the dust.
Until that rainy night of humiliation, she was completely sober and her love was dead.
She tore up the engagement and turned around to leave. She didn't want power, favoritism, or the rotten and dirty warmth of a wealthy family.
Later, she was clothed in glory and reborn in Nirvana.
And that superior man was crazy, paranoid, and humble and regretful.
Lu Chenyan's eyes were red, and humility trapped her wrist: "Wanwan, come back, okay? I was wrong."
Lin Wanwan looked back indifferently, her eyebrows and eyes were cold, and there was no trace of the old feelings anymore.
"Mr. Lu, I no longer deserve to be this fig leaf."
