Traces Can Talk

The Gu family held a thirty-million-yuan wedding. The groom never showed up.

Everyone in the capital was waiting for a laugh: Shen Jingwan, brought back from the countryside, sat in the place of honor in a wedding dress weighing seven jin, mocked by the whole city as "a country bumpkin marrying in her sister's place."

She lifted her own veil.

No one knew that she hadn't come to the Gu family to get married. Three years ago, her mother died on the Jingbei Expressway. The case file gave the cause as "slippery road in rainy weather," but the last message her mother left her said six words: "I got the thing."

Every clue led to the Gu family. So she came.

A one-year contract, no interference in each other's affairs. She picked up a pen, added three clauses, and signed even more readily than he did.

Then came one ridiculous reversal after another: she splashed Second Madam with tea during the tea ceremony, exposed a three-hundred-million-yuan hole in the accounts with three sentences at the annual party, and left her former fiance, who had once broken off their engagement, speechless when she returned to her family home.

Then, at the Gu family's birthday banquet, she took her seat and played the guqin, stunning the entire room with a performance of Guangling San.

An elderly man asked in a trembling voice, "Young lady, what is your connection to Master Guangling?"

She only smiled.

And the man standing at the door, the Young Master Gu who had spent three years in a wheelchair and was said to have caused the deaths of two fiances, watched it all unfold.

He was pretending, too.

Traces Can Speak: She wasn't face-slapping anyone. She was coming home.