Her younger sister runs away on the day of the wedding. Song Yuhua says just a few words: “Zhiyi, you're up.”
Shen Zhiyi walks down the aisle in a wedding dress that doesn't fit. The emcee reads her sister's name, and she doesn't correct him. Pei Jingshen watches her from the end of the aisle, his gaze as cold as if he were looking at a substitute.
She thinks the stand-in marriage is just a transaction, until she finds a note beneath her pillow: “Deliver the Lu family case files within a year of the wedding.” Until she discovers a photo of Pei Jingshen's birth mother hidden in the study. The little girl in the red dress in the lower-right corner looks exactly like the figure in her dreams. Until Pei Jingshen tells her, “You're not a stand-in bride. You're a bargaining chip.”
Meanwhile, Shen Zhiyu escapes to Paris with just three hundred yuan and makes lotus root stuffed with sweet osmanthus in an eight-square-meter attic. A stranger takes one bite and freezes. “It tastes just like the food I remember.” He has been searching for his younger sister for twenty-seven years, and her surname isn't Lu. It's Shen.
Two sisters whose destinies have been arranged for them: one climbs out of the abyss, while the other puts down roots in a foreign land. When the truth about their identities is revealed, they realize that the mistake wasn't marrying the wrong person. It was that they should never have been surnamed Shen in the first place.
