Lu Tingshen spent 30 million to buy a stand-in.
He asked her to wear a white dress, play the piano, and imitate that woman, treating her as a shadow of another person.
The day Bai Yueguang came back, he said in front of everyone: "You can't even compare to her hair."
Lin Qingwan smiled.
She tore up the pregnancy report sheet, threw it into the trash can, turned around and jumped into the cold water.
Five years later, she was Luna, a talented designer who made a sensation in Paris, accompanied by a smaller version of Lu Tingshen.
Lu Ting stood in front of her car with deep red eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "The child is mine, right?"
Lin Qingwan held her son's hand tightly without looking back:
"Sir, you have the wrong person."
