Summary
Everyone knew that Xie Wenyuan, a big shot in the Jing Circle, had a young girl he held in the palm of his hand.
Pampered and spoiled, she was like the heroine of a novel, doted on by everyone.
Except for me.
On my wedding day, the girl stood there in a white bridal gown, looking at me with a look of pure provocation.
“The one who isn’t loved is the real homewrecker,”
“So what if you’re marrying Xie Wenyuan? I’m still the woman closest to his heart!”
Hearing this, the corners of my mouth curled up slightly. I turned my head and slapped Xie Wenyuan across the face.
“Are you dead? The mistress is right here at the door, and you’re playing deaf and dumb?!”