Três anos de casamento por substituição, o ex-marido e toda a família imploram pela reconciliação
Bai Ruoxi substitui a verdadeira filha da família Bai e se casa com Jiang Jinglan por três anos. Todos dizem que Bai Ruoxi é um lambedor de vila, um golpista atrás do dinheiro e do status, que afia a cabeça para subir na cama do presidente da Jiang Corporation. O que ninguém esperava é que a falsa filha da família Bai na verdade é a verdadeira herdeira de uma família de fortunas. Bai Ruoxi escondeu sua identidade e abandonou tudo, suportando a cusparada da família do marido e até da cidade inteira, e se apaixonou pelo homem que inicialmente queria usá-la para conceber um filho. Ela o adulou sem limites, e no final só recebeu a frieza e a indiferença do homem, até que Bai Ruoxi se entristece e desaparece, e Jiang Jinglan enlouquece completamente. Bai Ruoxi: Jiang Jinglan, se eu não te amo, você e a família Jiang não são nada para mim. Jiang Jinglan: Ruoxi, ele não é tão bom quanto eu, vamos nos reconciliar?
Três anos de casamento por substituição, o ex-marido e toda a família imploram pela reconciliação
Bai Ruoxi lay on the double bed in the villa’s master bedroom, listening to the sound of water running in the bathroom, staring blankly at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling.
In the three years since she married Jiang Jinglan, apart from the time spent in bed, she and he had been like strangers living under the same roof. Sometimes, she couldn't help but ask herself whether she even counted as a person to Jiang Jinglan, or if she was merely a tool to relieve his desires. She did not know.
The water in the bathroom stopped. The door opened, and Jiang Jinglan stepped out. The man was wrapped only in a white bath towel around his waist; his muscular, bare upper body was still dotted with a few water droplets. His messy black hair hung over his forehead, softening his sharp features. Jiang Jinglan was handsome, especially those eyes, as deep and dark as obsidian. Whenever he looked at her with focus, Bai Ruoxi would have an eerie, strange illusion that he wanted to possess her entirely. But it was just an illusion; Jiang Jinglan did not love her at all.
"I have an appointment."
His low, magnetic voice reached her, carrying a faint sense of detachment, as if he were speaking to a stranger. It was hard to imagine that these concise words were directed at the wife with whom he had just been intimate. A mild bitterness welled up in Bai Ruoxi’s heart. She sniffled, lifted her slightly flushed cheeks, and looked up. "Is it Qin Yu?"
Her voice was soft, her tone tinged with cautious probing. Qin Yu was Jiang Jinglan’s first l
