Qi Zheng raised a hand and knocked over the insulated food jar I was offering him.
“I’ve already been forced to marry you. Do you really expect me to fall in love with you, too?”
Once that video was leaked, everyone knew: the newly risen top star had been forced into marriage, and I was the clingy leech he couldn’t shake off.
That night, after the shoot wrapped, everyone tacitly ignored the fact that I was still tied to a tree.
By the time I was rescued before dawn the next day, my legs were stiff.
I felt my way back through the dark, missed my footing, and fell off a cliff.
When I woke again, I had returned to four years earlier-and met someone who favored me openly and without hesitation.
Qi Zheng, however, was not happy about it.