Meng Rao had been with Gu Junze for four years before she realized that he had true love. Even the children she raised were that woman's flesh and blood.
She was so disheartened that she was forced to get married after the breakup. Meng Rao would rather die and simply got married to her best friend's cousin.
In the civil affairs bureau, a man sat down, with good bones, cool fair skin, and a sharp jawline.
But Meng Rao was blind, so he didn't look much and simply signed.
The man also signed his name, Shang Zhinian.
After leaving the door, he asked her in a low voice: "A show, or are we a real couple?"
Meng Rao was enveloped by the oppressive feeling on his body and his ears felt hot, but he still calmly said: "I need a little time."
He didn't give in: "Two weeks. Call me when you think about it."
Her heart beat like a drum, but she didn't expect to see each other again so soon.
In the hospital corridor, she lowered her head and bumped into his arms. After apologizing, she turned and left. He held her wrist and said, "Does holding your wife's hand count as sexual harassment?"
They were discussing cooperation at the fishing ground. She nodded politely but didn't recognize the man sitting next to the client's boss. He pondered: "I don't look good enough to remember?"
In front of the supermarket freezer, she reached for the coffee. He stood behind her and took it first. When she turned around, her lips brushed against his cheek. She asked with a cold face, and he handed over the coffee calmly: "I got it for my wife."
Each time she didn't recognize him.
Later, Meng Rao found out that the marriage partner she rejected was Shang Zhinian.
A businessman in the capital, a top wealthy family that Gu Junze could not reach even after ten years of kneeling.
Shang Zhinian, the coldest and most noble second son of the merchant, with red eyes and a hoarse voice, held her wrist: "Two weeks have passed. I took it seriously, when will you take it seriously?"
Have children? Isn't it Shuangjie?