As Lu Weizhou’s younger sister puts it: My brother is too strong and domineering, with an overwhelming need for control. He hates betrayal and scheming more than anything.
Xia Yi drank alcohol for the first time and woke up, inexplicably, in his bed.
She became the woman everyone called “a scheming homewrecker who got her parents hired as cooks by the Lu family just so she could throw herself into their son’s bed!”
“Think of the Lu family’s reputation and your own. Let’s get married.”
He was the man she had secretly loved since she was sixteen. He was handsome, with chiseled features, and his gaze held undisguised coldness and contempt.
The wind howled on the rooftop, whipping at her slender figure. She bowed her head, her hair falling forward. After a long silence, she answered meekly, “All right.”
There was no wedding ceremony. Her parents couldn’t sit at the head table at the banquet. Her in-laws gave her dirty looks, her siblings-in-law made things difficult for her, and her husband never came home.
There were plenty of humiliations and cruel words, but she did her best to play the part of a good wife and daughter-in-law.
Live a good life, investigate the truth, and win her husband’s heart.
So what if she’d been dealt the worst hand? She’d play it beautifully.
Xia Yi gave him her whole heart without reservation.
Then she accidentally overheard Lu Weizhou telling his mother, “I won’t accept a woman like her. We’ll separate after two years.”
That day, she stood by the window for a long time, watching the sunset bleed red as night fell.
Later, Xia Yi handed him the divorce papers. The usually composed man froze like a stone and demanded furiously, “Is marriage a game to you? When you agreed to marry me...”
Xia Yi calmly met his eyes and interrupted him. “I agreed to marry you for happiness.”
Lu Weizhou’s breath caught.
“Your reason for divorcing me?”
“Divorce is for happiness, too.”
Cold on the outside, warm on the inside, powerful and commanding x clever, resilient, gentle homemaker
Theme: If I ever regret something, it won’t be because of what I did, but because of what I failed to do.
