She Devoted Herself to Her Husband and Child, Yet Was Scorned? Now Her Flash-Married Client Spoils Her

Shen Tinglan spent ten years learning one thing: some mothers’ love is a prison from the very beginning. Outside the civil affairs bureau, she clutches her still-warm divorce certificate. Her ex-husband sneers, “What are you going to live on?” His answer comes in the form of a black Maybach pulling to a stop and a contract held out before her. “Be Mrs. Bo for a year, and you’ll get a hundred million. Will you sign?” Bo Jin, the man in control of an education-tech empire, is a madman everyone fears. He remembers her giving a speech in a red dress ten years ago. He remembers every article of hers that people forgot. His study is locked away, filled with traces of her life; his phone’s wallpaper is a photo of her divorce certificate. He tells her, “Shen Tinglan, I’m not here to save you.” “I’m here to watch you burn that prison to ashes, along with all the people who were too blind to see.” From then on, she crushes her gold-medalist lawyer ex-husband with psychology in court; her rebellious son wears the wrong uniform in front of the whole school, then comes down with a fever in the middle of the night and finds no one to care for him; her parasitic parents hold a severance agreement and only then realize their daughter has become someone they can only look up to. And Bo Jin kisses the burn scars on her wrist, inch by inch. “These are your medals. And I’m your accomplice.” When she finally stands in the spotlight and picks up her architect’s pen again, the whole internet asks if she has forgiven them. Shen Tinglan smiles faintly at the camera. “I held a funeral and buried the version of myself called ‘Mother.’” “As for those who came to pay their respects, I’m sorry. The crematorium is closed to visitors.”