Summary
After seven years with Fu Hansheng, he said he was tired of me and turned to a younger, more delicate girl.
This time, I didn’t make a scene. I tossed the ring away and cut up the newly bought wedding dress.
Late at night, I boarded a plane and left Jing City.
His friends all started betting on how long it would take before I bowed my head and begged for reconciliation.
Fu Hansheng smiled coldly, “Within three days, she’ll come crying back to beg me.”
But three days passed, then another three, and still there was no word from me.
Fu Hansheng couldn’t sit still any longer. For the first time, he called me himself: “Chen Xi, come back when you’ve had enough of this…”
But on the other end of the line came a man’s low chuckle: “President Fu, you can’t coax a girl overnight, or someone else will snatch her away halfway.”
Fu Hansheng’s eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched: “Let Chen Xi answer the phone!”
Shen Liangzhou lowered his head and kissed me: “She’s still unconscious, mad at me. I have to kiss her awake first.”