I lay unconscious in a hospital bed for three years, and Gu Siheng took care of me every one of them, never leaving my side. The first thing he did after I woke up was propose to me at my bedside.
In the middle of the night, I opened Weibo and came across a blogger who looked about eighty percent like me.
[Went on another date with my darling today!]
[He thoughtfully peeled shrimp for me and even bought me the diamond ring I wanted. He’s the best.]
The top comment read: [Showing off like that, you’re probably being kept by someone!]
She replied irritably: [My boyfriend is the heir to the Gu family. If you dare say another word, I’ll have my lawyer sue you into the ground!]
My breath caught. Since when did Gu Siheng have another girlfriend?
Fuming, I clicked on her profile, ready to message her privately. But then I saw the post she’d pinned at the top. In the photo, a pair of long, elegant hands was serving food to someone across the table.
The two moles on the back of those sharply defined hands were exactly like Gu Siheng’s.
