Love Taken After the Wedding

Dongfang Qingcheng was first in line to inherit the Dongfang family fortune. Cool on the outside but warmhearted within, she was called back when the family underwent a major reshuffle. She was then hunted down, and her car was wrecked in a fatal crash. Her younger sister took her place, and rumors said the sister had killed her to get the family fortune. When she wakes, her name is unchanged, but her identity and personality have switched. Her new family is poor, and her alcoholic father sells her to a nightclub. She gives up her body and heart trying to save her younger sister. Nie Zhihe, a ruthless, stone-faced heir from a prominent family, is locked in a power struggle with his father. He infuriates him by marrying a woman he picked up from a nightclub. In a year of marriage, whose heart will be wounded, and whose bones will ache? Qingcheng leaves for a distant land, while Nie Zhihe becomes a vegetable... “Who are you?” she asks in a trembling voice, standing in the disheveled room. “The man who became yours last night,” he answers, his gloomy eyes fixed on her. She falls silent for a few seconds, then looks up at the arrogant man before her and asks again, “Where's my sister?” “I didn't see her. I only saw you.” He drops this short, clear reply and turns to enter the bathroom, while she flees in panic. “You encouraged me to cheat because you want a divorce?” he asks through gritted teeth, his whole body radiating a terrifying aura. “Yes.” She nods calmly. “Ye Qingcheng, do you think I'll let you have your way?” He grips her chin and narrows his eagle eyes dangerously. “Actually, if you give me enough alimony, I'm willing to cheat.” She wants what belongs to her. She doesn't care about what doesn't. “That's your child.” In the operating room, she kneels before him and clutches his trouser leg, pleading and assuring him. He says coldly, “It's because he's my child that his blood can wash away your sins.” “It was an accident.” She is unable to defend herself against this baseless accusation. For the sake of her full-term baby, she can only fight for a chance. “It was an accident, but you were the one who orchestrated it.” He sneers, looking at her with venomous eyes. Her body awkwardly rises to its feet. She stops pleading and stops humiliating herself. Her heart is dead, and nothing matters anymore.