Everyone in the city knew that Gong Changle was Jing Qing's childhood sweetheart and fiancée.
But when an ambiguous photo leaked out, she was instantly reduced to a joke.
"Don't take Qiao with me." Jing Qing's tone was cold and heart-wrenching, "If it weren't for the Jing family's marriage contract, would you, the Liang family, still be able to survive today?"
Gong Changle did not engage in unnecessary arguments, but directly grasped the irrefutable evidence that the Jing family cannibalized the Liang family and handed it to his grandmother.
She thought she could get rid of the fate of marriage, but she didn't know that when a Jing family left, another Si family came.
The rumored low-key and introverted young master of the Si family had never been seen after the engagement was signed, but he offered all his high-quality projects, elite manpower, and world-class resources to help her settle the old debts of the Jing family, turning her from a caged bird of the Liang family into a powerful person.
This unreserved protection was so touching that it almost made her sink.
But the hot summer three years ago will always be engraved in Gong Changle's heart. How could she turn a blind eye to the person who was as bright as the breeze and the bright moon, the person who she flirted with with all her heart, the person who was helpless to her but held her in his arms with a gentle smile, once again walked in front of her.
Old friends return again, old feelings surge, and reason and affection are repeatedly torn apart.
She gritted her teeth and pulled away, ruthlessly fleeing, thinking that this was the end.
But Pei Qiyan actually changed into a new identity and stood in front of her again.
