On our wedding day, Jian Jiming ran away. There was only one sentence on the phone: "There's someone else in my heart."
I mend wedding dresses. I can repair wedding dresses shattered all over the world, but I couldn't fix my own wedding.
The night before, I'd just posted: "I think I'm about to marry for love." Now the whole city was laughing at me in the comments.
Three months later, he finally got out of my life. My childhood friend, Wen Jinyan, picked me up out of the mud and spoiled me rotten.
Later, Jian Jiming came back, with ten billion and a host of terrible habits. He bought the mall where I'd been humiliated, acquired the company that had mocked me, and won over my entire family until they switched sides. Even my younger sister became his inside woman.
Wen Jinyan sneered. "Jian Jiming Group's money isn't fit to cross the threshold of the Wen family."
Wen Jinyan's younger sister clung to Jian Jiming's arm. "You saved my life. I'll repay you by marrying you!"
Me: "Can you three stay away from me?"
No one knew that there was a countdown on Jian Jiming's phone.
And no one knew that every penny he spent on me was burning away his life.
