Short Story
Wife Sacrifice
I’m a washed-up, eighteenth-tier starlet who spent three years playing the submissive role just to marry into the Jiang Family, the wealthiest clan in the Beijing circle.
My three-hundred-million-yuan ‘wedding of the century’ to Jiang Yuan, the family’s only son, instantly shot to the top of the trending searches.
However, a big shot from the metaphysics circle claimed I had the face of a concubine.
The livestream chat exploded immediately:
“That’s hilarious. It’s the year 3202-who still becomes a concubine?”
“Is it possible they don’t mean a concubine, but a mistress?”
My expression darkened. I joined the livestream and pulled out my marriage certificate for everyone to see.
To my surprise, the master simply said:
“Among the living, you are indeed the primary wife.
“But if we’re counting the dead… well, that’s a different story.”
Winter in the Northern City
On the day of Zhou Huaian’s engagement, a reporter held up a microphone and asked for my thoughts.
He was a man of high standing, a true blue-blood from the Imperial Wall Base in Jingcheng.
During the eight years I spent with him, no one ever approved of us.
Every time his mother saw me, she referred to me as nothing more than an “actress.”
His circle of friends would advise him behind my back, “She’s just a minor star. It’s fine to keep her around for fun.”
And Zhou Huaian? He would toy with his lighter and joke, “What are you worried about? It’s not like I’d ever marry her.”
I looked into the camera and said slowly, “Though we aren’t close, this is good news. I wish him a happy engagement.”
The video went viral online. Zhou Huaian boarded his private jet and flew through the night from Jingcheng to Shanghai.
Wrong Love
On the day the divorce was finalized, I booked a high-speed rail ticket back to my hometown. A phone, an ID card, and a bank card with a meager balance were all I had left.
When the butler called to say the young master was crying for his mother, I finally understood that the son I had borne and his father loved the same woman.
Before the train left, I made one last promise: I would never disturb him again.