Duan Xingqiao went to great lengths to marry Qi Yueze.
Not only did she become the Mrs. Qi she'd always dreamed of being, she also climbed the social ladder.
The head of the Qi Group had a face as cold as a snow-covered mountain, yet he treated people with the warmth of a spring breeze.
Duan Xingqiao often thought she had impeccable taste in men.
But it all came crashing down the day she entered one of his workrooms.
Inside was a huge wall covered in photographs. There was only one person in them: her.
Duan Xingqiao was so frightened that she could barely stand. With trembling hands, she turned over one of the photos. On the back, it read: [Qiaoqiao, how could you talk to that man?]
She turned over another: [Qiaoqiao, your dress is beautiful today.]
[Qiaoqiao, I've finally become the kind of man you like.]
[Qiaoqiao...]
[Qiaoqiao...]
Duan Xingqiao finally lost her strength and was about to collapse to the floor when a man caught her in his arms.
Qi Yueze gently stroked her face. "Qiaoqiao, you've found out..."
Only now did Duan Xingqiao realize that one should be content with what one has. As long as she could afford food and clothes, that was enough. If she could choose again, she would never have struck up a conversation with Qi Yueze just to enter high society.
"Distracted again?" a man's voice asked, but the rocking didn't stop.
Duan Xingqiao was still being jolted around. She shook her head and tried to crawl away, but the man grabbed her by the ankle...
Theme: Be content with what you have
It's nice and nice 💪, but it's too short and not enough to look at 🥺