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"I've already signed my name, so —"

"I... "I will try my best to become her …"

Su Qiu closed her eyes, raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corner of her eyes, and carefully placed the agreement into her bosom. Fifty million, was her last hope. She knew it was useless to say anything now.

Four years ago, Shen Ling was still a young lad who had just entered the business world. He had only just achieved success in his career, yet he had expressed his feelings to the young miss of the Su Family, Su Qiu, at a gathering. How could he casually accept the confession of a little kid when he had a bunch of good men pursuing Su Qiu?

The arrogant Su Qiu, had said those words that were engraved in Shen Ling's heart and soul in front of everyone.

The sounds of discussion from all around could be heard, as well as mocking, malice, and cold laughter. It was as though Shen Ling was being drowned out.

Only now, the protagonists hadn't changed, but their positions had completely changed. Who would have thought that Shen Ling, who was treated as a joke by the business world after dinner four years ago, would turn into a commercial giant crocodile with a shake of his body. The authoritative Su Family had collapsed into bankruptcy under his revenge, and for the sake of the operation of the company's funds, Su Qiu became his plaything, allowing him to freely fish and meat.

Thinking about how it had ended here, Su Qiu's heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles.

Shen Ling and Su Qiu were about to get married, and everyone knew that Shen Ling did not even love her wife, he only wanted Su Qiu's face that was seventy percent similar to Su Xia's.

That agreement was written very clearly. Su Qiu pretended to be Su Xia and married her, while Shen Ling gave her 50 million. That agreement would end after Su Qiu repaid the 50 million.

And behind this seemingly blissful and blissful marriage was only a mere transaction between a man who had lost the love of his heart and a laughable double. That was all.

On the night of their wedding, Shen Ling was like a wild beast that had gone berserk. He gently caressed Su Qiu's face, buried his head into Su Qiu's neck and muttered non-stop: "Don't leave, I want you to come back. I miss you so much." Su Qiu felt a bit of wetness from her neck. This man, who was so cold and impeccable, was actually so pitiful right now. She raised her hand to caress Shen Ling's hair and comforted him: "I'm back, don't cry."

The man raised his head and looked at her in confusion. His eyes regained their clarity as the sound of his slap echoed in the air, accompanied by the man's angry roar.

"You're not her at all!"

With that said, she immediately took control of Su Qiu's body. There was no foreplay, no lubrication, and like a sharp sword, she stabbed into Su Qiu's skin, as though she was about to be cut into two.

Su Qiu laid on the bed. The pure white bedsheet was a blinding red, and as she listened to Shen Ling's cries of "Su Xia … "Su Xia", her expression was numb, but she did not know that she was already tearing up.

Shen Ling pinched her face, his voice hoarse.

"Miss Su, have you tasted the price?"

He was answered by a painful whimper.