Summary
Nian’an’s fiance called off the wedding.
The reason was brutally simple: her medical report said she couldn’t have children.
His family came that very night and took back every last betrothal gift.
She sat at her desk all day without answering anyone.
I crouched beside her with a bowl of wonton soup. “Have something hot.”
She didn’t move.
“My mom wants me to bring someone home by the end of the year. Help me out?”
She looked at me with red-rimmed eyes. “Song Yuanzhou, don’t be an idiot.”
Two months later, outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, she clutched her little red marriage certificate booklet and asked, “What are you really getting out of this?”
“A beautiful wife,” I said.
Everyone called me a sucker, the fool who’d taken another man’s castoff.
Six months later, no one dared say it again.