In high school, I fell in love with the aloof, impoverished school beauty.
I bought her designer clothes, luxury shoes and bags, and even set up a scholarship fund in her name.
She did poorly on the college entrance exam, while I scored exceptionally well.
To stay by her side, I turned down a prestigious university in China and paid a fortune for us to attend a no-name college abroad together.
After we returned to China, we quickly married and had a son and a daughter.
But on our wedding anniversary, I came home early to surprise her and found her rolling around in bed with her first love, both of them stark naked.
I rushed at the adulterer to strangle him, but she plunged a knife into my chest.
She screamed at me, “You’re the one who broke us up back then! Hmph, a brainless rich kid like you thought you could have me?”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I’d set up the scholarship fund for her.
Her beautiful face was full of disgust. “So what if you have a little money? I don’t need your pity!”
I nodded. “Perfect. I’m canceling the scholarship fund, then.”
