"I'm back."

A short text message on the mobile phone screen left Qin Yue dazed for a long time.

Gu Ziyao said, she's back.

What this woman's return meant, Qin Yue knew all too well in her heart.

It seemed the days ahead weren't going to be peaceful.

Perhaps she was too absorbed by the text message that she didn't notice the footsteps behind her until a phone was snatched from her hand: "Who said you could touch my phone?"

"Gu Ziyao, back?" Qin Yue glanced at the man before her with a mock smile.

Fu Jingxian, her husband of three years.

"Does this concern you? Qin Yue, don't forget why I married you in the first place!" For Qin Yue, Fu Jingxian had always been dissatisfied, even hateful.

This, Qin Yue had always known.

All these years had passed, and he still did not consider her as his wife from the heart, only marrying her to repay a favor.

Although sad, the tone of Qin Yue's reply was still so casual: "Of course I remember. If my father hadn't died to save your grandmother, you wouldn't have listened to your family and married me."

Fu Jingxian cast her an indifferent glance: "Since you know it, then perform your role as Mrs. Fu in name, and don't presume to meddle in my private affairs!"

Perform her role as Mrs. Fu?

Now that Gu Ziyao is back, her position as Mrs. Fu might not be so secure anymore!

Thinking of this, Qin Yue's sarcastic tone became even more apparent: "Since you've married me, but still maintain lingering feelings with other women, don't you think it's a bit too much?"

"Too much?" There was sudden anger on Fu Jingheng's usually placid face. He clutched 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's living now?"

A few months before, he had happened to travel to the city where Gu Ziyan was staying for work, and they met.

Gu Ziyan's grim situation only deepened his hatred towards Qin Yue.

"How her life is, what business is it of mine? Fu Jingheng, do you know your choice of women is terrible!" Qin Yue snickered, despite the discomfort of having her chin clutched, she didn't resist.

"Do you have the right to judge Ziyan's quality? Don't forget, you're the one who's dirty!" Fu Jingheng glared at her with obvious anger in his eyes.

Yes, in his eyes, she was a tainted woman.

Despite Fu Jingheng's sarcasm, Qin Yue didn’t show any sadness. On the contrary, she laughed beautifully: "Even if I'm dirty, you've still touched me, right? Mr. Fu, are you trying to act like you don't know me now? Weren't you quite vigorous earlier?"

Her laughter sent Fu Jingheng's face dark with fury, like he was pushing away trash, he shoved Qin Yue to the ground: "Get out!"

The man left the room immediately after.

In the deathly silence, Qin Yue gave a bitter smile. "In this world, probably the hardest thing to warm up is your heart, Fu Jingheng.”

The argument that night, along with a text message, successfully kept Qin Yue from sleeping.

By the time she woke up the next day, her head was groggy. But she still pushed herself to get out of bed.

Because, she had to go to work.

Recently, her company had recommended her and a few other designers to participate in the Elegant Wedding Dress Design competition.

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

Yet, she herself has never worn a wedding dress.

It is somewhat ironic, when you think about it.

"Good morning, Designer Qin."

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

Just as she stepped towards the elevator, her sight suddenly blacked out, and she uncontrollably started to fall backward.

She initially thought that she would fall to the ground, but instead, she found herself in a warm embrace.