When Zhong Yichen was caught in a rear-end collision with his lover and photographed,
he rested one hand on the car window and smiled at the paparazzi.
“If you catch a scandal about me, remember to find my wife. She loves handling this kind of news the most.”
When Mrs. Zhong is mentioned, everyone in the circle says the same thing.
“She went from a sparrow to a phoenix; how could she bear to get divorced?”
No one remembers that, back when Zhong Yichen married me, he graciously greeted them.
“This is my wife. She’s young, so please look after her.”
Everyone thought I would, as before, throw money at the paparazzi,
settle this tabloid news, and continue being a seemingly loving couple with Zhong Yichen in our wealthy family.
But this time, I simply pushed open the old man’s study.
“It’s been three years. You should let me go.”
