After three years of marriage, Shen Zhiyi thought she'd married for love, but her life had become a joke. Whenever her mother-in-law made things difficult for her, Lu Jingchen brushed it off with, “She's getting on in years.” Whenever his relatives mocked her, he tried to smooth things over with, “Don't take them so seriously.” When his old flame called in tears, he didn't hesitate to leave Shen Zhiyi burning with a fever and rush to her side. At last, Shen Zhiyi understood that all her years of devotion had been nothing but a way of fooling herself. When she put the divorce papers on the table, Lu Jingchen assumed she was throwing another tantrum. “Stop making a scene. Where do you think you'll go after you sign?” But this time, Shen Zhiyi really did disappear. Only after the truth gradually came to light did Lu Jingchen realize just how badly he'd been mistaken. He searched for her like a madman, only to spot her at the height of a business reception, smiling radiant as she linked arms with another man. He pinned her in a corner, wild-eyed and hoarse. “Zhiyi, come home with me.” Shen Zhiyi brushed his cheek, her breath sweet as orchids. “Sir, do we know each other?”
