An Jing was pregnant when she found out the truth: her husband, Lu Jingchuan, and her best friend, Lin Xiaoya, had been scheming behind her back all along. She wasn't a wife to them—she was a surrogate. A vessel. And while she was sent abroad to give birth alone, the two of them were already planning their wedding.
An Jing didn't cry. She didn't confront them. She quietly sold off every asset in her name and flew overseas—then struck with surgical precision. She replaced their wedding VCR with footage that exposed them both, live, in front of everyone. Their perfect image shattered in a single moment.
Three years later, she returned to Haicheng on top of the world. Lu Jingchuan had lost everything and was living on the streets. He crawled back to her, begging for a second chance.
She handed him a paternity test.
The child wasn't his. It never could have been. Lu Jingchuan suffered from severe oligospermia—he was practically infertile. The son he thought was his, the heir he had built his whole scheme around, shared none of his blood.
He broke completely. An Jing walked away with her child and never looked back.
She gave him exactly what he deserved—the truth.
