After being married to Li Yanzhou for three years, Shen Weilan experienced all kinds of cold violence and humiliation.
She thought that being pregnant with his child would bring him some pity.
What he got in exchange was a divorce agreement, a forged DNA report, and a cold sentence - "You don't even deserve the name."
On a rainy night, she was purged and left the house, and even the pregnancy test report was torn to pieces in public by her husband's first love.
But what Shen Weilan didn't know was——
Li Yanzhou was frantically looking for her every second after she left.
Five years later, at the award ceremony of the International Flower Arrangement Competition, Shen Weilan held the hand of a little boy and stood on the podium radiantly.
The little boy, whose facial features resembled Li Yanzhou's, showed a sly smile to the live broadcast camera: "Mommy, that uncle who keeps staring at us is so mean."
Li Yanzhou's eyes were red in the audience, and his voice was hoarse and unlike his own: "Lan Lan, I was wrong... The child is mine, right?"
The king of Nancheng's underground world knelt down in front of others for the first time.
But Shen Weilan just took the arm of the other man next to her and said in an indifferent tone: "Mr. Li, please call me Mrs. Li - but it's not yours."
From abandoned wife to queen, from dark night to stars.
This is not a Cinderella fairy tale, but a tit-for-tat battle of intrigues.
He had pushed her into the abyss with his own hands, but he didn't know that the seed in her belly was his only weakness in this life.
