Summary
Years later, we met again. I was holding my son’s hand, and he was arm in arm with his girlfriend.
When someone mentioned his ex, he sneered, “I supported her through four years of college, and after graduation, she thought I was too poor and married someone else.”
Someone teased, “President Lu, your ex-girlfriend must regret it so much now.”
His eyes flashed as he looked at me. “Mrs. Yuan, do you think she would regret it?”
I held back my bitterness. “No, she doesn’t…”
He let out a cold laugh. “But I do.”
“I regret bringing that stray cat home.”