For the sake of a million yuan, Jiang Yang pretended to be the kind of woman Lu Shichao liked, carefully scheming her way into his heart. She watched him fall for the docility and devotion she had put on for him.
Lu Shichao truly believed Jiang Yang couldn’t live without him, and trampled her dignity underfoot.
Later, once she had what she wanted, she turned and walked away without hesitation.
When they met again, she was holding someone else’s arm. Smiling, she thanked Lu Shichao: “Mr. Lu, thank you for sparing me back then.”
But Lu Shichao’s eyes turned red as he demanded to know how she could say that when she had told him she loved him most.
She curled her red lips and replied mockingly, “You’re overthinking it, Mr. Lu. I don’t have a heart at all.”
