On the eve of my engagement to Lu Shaobei, I discovered that he had fallen for my adopted sister. He was drinking with his friends in a private room when he openly declared that my sister was sexier and more fun than me. His friends teased him, “Aren’t you afraid your girlfriend of three years will be heartbroken if she hears you say that?” He lounged on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other and scoffed. “She’s just a brainless, sweet little fool. She’s as bland as they come. Once I marry her, I’ll keep her at home.”
“Besides, she loves me. I can say whatever I want, and she’ll go along with it.”
So I dumped him first, then made a public show of appearing everywhere with his sworn enemy on my arm. Later, I heard that Lu, the notorious playboy who had never let a single beauty capture his heart, knelt in the rain for three days and three nights, but still couldn’t win his fiancée’s forgiveness.
