Love’s Shelf Life Is Only Seven Years

To become worthy of me, Lu Wenzheng went from an obscure law firm intern to a partner at one of the country’s top law firms. He was clingy, spending all his free time seeing me or making his way to meet me. He once said he was a fish and I was water, and that he couldn’t live without me. In the seventh year of our marriage, he held a girl who looked a little like me around the eyes, gazing at her with adoration. “Baby, you’re the oxygen in the air. Without you, I’d suffocate and die!” Later, Lu Wenzheng really did die. As his widow, I took over his company and inherited all our marital assets. I even drove his mistress insane along the way.