Summary
On the day I got engaged to a big shot in Beijing’s social circles, a self-proclaimed ‘chosen female lead’ showed up.
In front of everyone, she grabbed his hand and called him ‘husband’.
She even said I was just a ‘supporting female character’, and sooner or later I’d become ‘cannon fodder’ in their relationship.
The next second, a shiny black handgun was pressed to her forehead.
My fiancé gave a cold laugh: “I finally got her-mess with us and I’ll blow you away with one shot, believe that?”