Summary
In the third year after returning to the Jiang Family with Jiang Huaixu, he got engaged.
The bride was not me.
I quietly shed the last tear, and as I packed my luggage, he leaned against the door.
Dressed in a suit, his tone was like discussing a business deal:
“An Qin, you who have nothing, and my fiancée who can offer me a commercial empire.”
“Choosing the latter, you understand, right?”
Yes, I understand.
He was no longer the boy from the slums who clutched my clothes and said, “Don’t leave me.”
So when Jiang’s Mother threw a check at me-
Ten million and him.
I didn’t choose him either.