The Day She Faked Her Death, Her Mad Ex-Husband Wept over the Shattered Urn

Fu Chenhan, the crown prince of Beijing’s elite circle, kept a secret wife locked away in a gilded cage. Three years of devotion earned Jiang Xingwan nothing but his words: “She’s back. Make room for Mrs. Fu.”

Jiang Xingwan didn’t cry or make a scene. She signed the divorce papers and boarded a cruise ship with the newly discovered twin pregnancy in her belly.

That night, the ship exploded, flames soaring into the sky.

The usually cold-blooded Fu Chenhan went mad. He clawed through the inferno until his fingers were bloody, but all he found was a charred wedding ring.

Three years later, the head of the world’s most mysterious financial dynasty arrived in Beijing.

At a banquet, the once untouchable Fu Chenhan dropped to his knees at the feet of a beautiful, aloof woman like a rabid dog, his eyes bloodshot. “Xingwan, come home with me…”

The woman casually pressed her foot against his shoulder and sneered. “You’ve got the wrong person, Mr. Fu. And if you want to ask me for a favor, learn how to kneel properly.”