In five years of marriage, Gu Tingshen was both Lin Wan's husband and her housekeeper.
He remembered every one of her preferences. Her porridge had to simmer for two full hours, her fried eggs had to be runny on one side, and her chopsticks had to be set at a forty-five-degree angle. Every morning, he got up at four, tied on his faded floral apron, and carved everything about her into his bones.
But Lin Wan's eyes had always belonged to a man named Song Qingyan.
She took Gu Tingshen's devotion for granted and treated his humility as if it were utterly beneath him. She left him waiting alone on their wedding anniversary, made him cook a whole table of dishes for the man she loved from afar, and made him watch as the woman he loved smiled at another man like the spring sun.
She even killed their child with her own hands.
On the day they divorced, Gu Tingshen took off his apron and walked out into the rain.
Only then did Lin Wan learn the truth.
The man who had washed clothes and cooked at home, obeying her every word, was the heir to the Gu Group. The man she had trampled underfoot for five years was someone she could never hope to measure up to.
She fell to her knees before him, weeping and begging him to come back.
He simply gripped her chin and said, one word at a time:
"Lin Wan, I gave you chance after chance. But your eyes only ever saw him."
"Now, I don't want you anymore."
