That day, Huang Yunshan stood downstairs at the headquarters of a Paris fashion group, wearing a white trench coat of her own design, clutching the 800 yuan design fee she had just earned. She shouldn't have been there—it was her day off, but her brother's medical expenses were still far from covered, so she had to work overtime to finish her design.
She had just stepped out of the building when her phone rang. It was her best friend, Su Ruyi.
"Yunshan, where are you now?" Su Ruyi's voice was urgent.
"I just got the money and I'm about to go to the hospital," Huang Yunshan said hurriedly.
"Listen to me—Zhang Tian is getting married at the International Hotel today, and the bride isn't you."
Huang Yunshan paused, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over her head.
"Are you... what are you talking about?" Her voice trembled.
"I'm not lying to you, Liang Mengqi, you know her, right? She's that rich and beautiful girl from your company who always pretends to be low-key. They're getting married today, the whole company knows, except you."
Huang Yunshan gripped her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white. She didn't believe it, but she knew Su Ruyi wouldn't lie to her about something like this.
She turned around, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the International Hotel.
She wanted to see for herself who the man who once said, "I'll marry you when I return to China," had actually married.