If You Don't Love Me, Don't Hurt Me

We'd been dating for three years, and Lin Xinrui had never let me get close to her.

She said her family was strict, and that we had to wait until we were married before becoming physically intimate.

But at an art exhibition hosted by Lin Xinrui's childhood friend, dozens of sensual nude paintings of her in various poses were put on display.

They documented Lin Xinrui every year, from the age of eighteen to twenty-five.

I was so furious I almost tore the paintings to shreds.

Lin Xinrui stopped me. "What do you know? These are works of art. You're such a clueless country bumpkin."

I returned the diamond ring I'd planned to use to propose to Lin Xinrui and called my mother.

"I agree to the arranged marriage with Yuanhua Group."