The Wedding That Wasn't Mine - Chapter 22

What I didn’t tell Zhou Boyu was that during those nine years with him,

I had not failed to meet people better than him.

We live in a world where fresh temptations arise every minute of every second.

There was once a wealthy classmate who pursued me relentlessly from university through graduate school.

I rejected him by saying, “I have a boyfriend,” keeping him at arm’s length.

Like a warrior, I firmly guarded my boundaries, never overstepping.

But the other party never gave up.

This male classmate was in the same school and class as me for eight years.

I never gave him even the slightest chance.

Except for messages related to academics, I ignored all others he sent.

He sent me various expensive gifts, either through others or by courier.

I returned them all, unopened.

Once in university, I suffered from acute gastroenteritis, vomiting and diarrhea.

With shaky steps, I was walking to the infirmary when I unexpectedly ran into that male classmate.

He immediately squatted down, his face anxious, wanting to carry me on his back to the infirmary.

I waved him off, refusing, and gritted my teeth, insisting on walking by myself.

I could uphold my love for eight long years.

But Zhou Boyu disarmed in just one short year.

His will was as weak as a shoddily made hollow wall.

Unable to bear the weight of emotion, it collapsed with a slight push.

In the end, he still wanted to throw dirty water on me, to make me as tainted as him.

Absolutely ridiculous!