Xu Zhi was a fake heiress, a hearing-impaired woman with a terrible reputation, and the beautiful good-for-nothing everyone in the capital looked down on.
Women despised her out of jealousy. Men despised her because they coveted her.
But no one knew that three years ago, the capital's most powerful young heir had drawn Xu Zhi into his arms, loving her in silence.
Late at night, Xu Zhi, dressed in red, tilted her head and hooked her arms around Fu Yanli's neck, her eyes shimmering.
"Fu Yanli, when will you finally fall in love with me?"
He furrowed his brow and chuckled. "I'm already in love... with you."
Then Fu Yanli wrapped an arm around her waist, pulled her into his embrace, and did whatever he pleased.
Xu Zhi thought she had finally found love.
Xu Zhi learned on television that Fu Yanli was getting married, but the bride wasn't her...
Fu Yanli held her tightly and bent down to kiss her. "Don't be afraid. I'll always love you."
Xu Zhi gave a cold laugh and ran away overnight, carrying his child.
Later, word spread that the groom had failed to show up at the lavish wedding that had shocked the whole country.
Someone once saw Fu Yanli, the distinguished and aloof young heir of the capital's elite, kneeling on one knee, holding a woman in a wedding dress as his voice broke with sobs.
"Zhi Zhi, your name has always been the one listed as my wife in my household register."
"Please, don't marry anyone else."
