Nian Nian Never Returns

My fiancé's fireworks factory caused a fatal accident, leaving a debt of millions in compensation.



I sold our marital home and worked tirelessly day and night to help him repay the debt.



Yet, I unexpectedly encountered my fiancé, who was supposed to be working hard with me.



He was dressed in an expensive suit, embracing a little girl of about four or five years old from behind, as they together cut a gilded cake that stood half a man's height.



The cheers almost lifted the ceiling, "President Song truly dotes on his daughter; even her birthday cake is covered in gold leaf. The batch of fireworks that were just set off cost over a million."



I stood at the door with a fruit platter, stunned.



If the girl inside was Song Yanting's daughter, then who was the cold corpse in the hospital?