On the eve of my wedding, my fiancé’s brother-in-law rushed through the door and pulled my fiancée into his arms. “Qingyue, you’ve been gone for three years. I’ve been worried sick! Now that you’re back, you have to give me a child!” I gave a cold laugh and watched Shen Yueru. Her twin sister’s boyfriend had mistaken her for me. What would she do? I never expected her to play along and push me straight out of the room. The next second, the door slammed shut. My fists clenched as I called someone. “Cancel the wedding. Announce that the bride is dead, and declare the Shen Group bankrupt too.”
