Wen Shiyi has been Mrs. Shen for three years. She knew that Shen Qingyue only married her because she had eyes that were very similar to his Bai Yueguang, Su Qingqian. She also knew that the bright moon in his heart would never be her. It doesn't matter, she admitted it. Who made her keep this cold man at the forefront of her heart since she was eighteen years old. She acted as a perfect substitute, gentle, obedient, and never crossed the line, just in exchange for his occasional gaze. Until the day Su Qingqian returned to China, Shen Qingyue forgot about their wedding anniversary in order to pick her up at the airport. Wen Shiyi finally decided not to love her in front of the cold candlelight dinner in the empty restaurant. She handed over a divorce agreement and said calmly: "Mr. Shen, let's end it. I hope you and Miss Su get what you want." He just frowned and said two words coldly: "It's up to you." He thought she was just throwing a tantrum and would be back in three days. But Wen Shiyi walked away cleanly, as if he had completely evaporated from his world. When they met again, she had lost her docile disguise and became a well-known new designer in the industry. She was surrounded by young talents and had a smile as bright as a flower. There was no trace of him in the eyes he was most familiar with. Shen Qingyue went crazy. He blocked her in the corner, his eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "Shi Yi, can you come back? I was wrong." Wen Shiyi just smiled distantly: "Mr. Shen, the moon has set, and it's time for the substitute to get off work." # Original that's not love, just mistaking fish eyes for pearls # # On the professionalism of a qualified substitute:
