"I'm back."

A brief message on the mobile screen left Qin Yue frozen in place for a long time.

Gu Ziyan said she's back.

Qin Yue was keenly aware of what this woman's return implied.

It seemed that the days ahead wouldn't be so peaceful.

Maybe she was too absorbed in the message, she didn't even notice the footsteps behind her until he snatched her phone from her hand, "Who gave you permission to touch my phone?"

"Gu Ziyan is back?" Qin Yue looked at the man before her with a half-smile.

Fu Jingheng, her husband of three years.

"Does it have anything to do with you, Qin Yue? Don't forget why I married you in the first place!" Fu Jingheng had always been discontent with Qin Yue, even to the point of resentment.

Qin Yue was well aware of this.

After all these years, he never truly treated her as his wife, he had married her only to repay a debt.

Though filled with melancholy, Qin Yue spoke in an unconcerned tone, "Of course I remember. If it weren't for my father dying to save your grandmother, you would never have obeyed your family and married me."

Giving her an indifferent glance, Fu Jingheng said, "Since you know, just play your role as Madame Fu in name and stop poking your nose into my private affairs!"

Play her role as Madame Fu?

Now that Gu Ziyan was back, she wondered whether her position as Madame Fu was still secure!

Thinking of this, the sarcasm in Qin Yue's words became even more apparent: "Since you married me, yet you still have lingering connections with other women. Don't you think it's a bit excessive?"

"Excessive?" A rare anger appeared on Fu Jingheng's usually calm face. He forcefully gripped her chin and stared at her stunning face: "For the position of Mrs. Fu, you forced Ziyan to go abroad. Do you know what kind of life she is leading now?"

A few months ago, he happened to travel to the city where Gu Ziyan lived and saw her.

The current misery of Gu Ziyan made his resentment towards Qin Yue even stronger.

"What kind of life she leads, does it have anything to do with me? Fu Jingheng, don't you know your judgement of women is very poor?" Qin Yue scoffed. Even though her chin was being held painfully, she didn't struggle at all.

"Do you even have the qualification to comment on Ziyan's good or bad? Don't forget how dirty you are!" In Fu Jingheng's eyes, there was an obvious fury.

Indeed, in his eyes, she was nothing more than an unclean woman.

Even though she was insulted by Fu Jingheng, Qin Yue didn’t show any sorrow. On the contrary, she laughed gracefully: "Even if I'm dirty, didn't you touch me anyway, Mr. Fu? Do you like to love'em and leave'em? Weren’t you trying so hard just now?"

This smile from Qin Yue made Fu Jingheng's face darken to the extreme. Like pushing away trash, he shoved Qin Yue to the ground: "Get lost!"

Immediately after, the man left the room.

In the silence, Qin Yue hung her head and smiled bitterly: "In this world, the hardest to warm up might be your heart, Fu Jingheng."

The argument that night, along with that text message, caused Qin Yue to lose sleep.

When she woke up the next day, her head was heavy and clouded. Yet, forcing herself up from the bed, she had to get to work.

Recently, her company had recommended her to participate in the Charm Wedding Dress Design Competition along with a few other designers.

Her lifelong dream was to become the best wedding dress designer.

Yet, she herself has never worn a bridal gown.

Ironically, isn't it?

"Good morning, Designer Qin."

"Good morning." After arriving at the office, Qin Yue greeted her coworkers with a smile.

As she made her way towards the elevator, suddenly, everything before her went black, and her body uncontrollably fell backwards.

She had thought that she would fall onto the floor, however, she instead fell into a pair of warm arms.