On the day I returned to the country, a staff member told me there was a problem with my checked luggage.
They took me to a room covered in red roses.
My old flame was down on one knee, holding a ring, his eyes full of devotion.
The Gu family all cheered him on, shouting for me to marry him.
Everyone thought I’d burst into tears and say yes.
After all, Gu Ze was the dream man I’d spent five years chasing before I finally won him over.
But they’d all forgotten.
At my promotion review three years ago, Gu Ze accused me of plagiarizing his junior’s thesis and reported me for drinking on the job and causing a medical accident.
I was thrown out of the hospital like a dog, then beaten by the patient’s family, who had rushed over after hearing the news.
With nowhere else to turn, I had no choice but to go abroad to make a living.
But now, Master Gu told me:
“After you left, Aze spent all his savings resolving the medical accident. He’s been waiting for you to come back. All these years, he’s always clutched your photograph and cried.”
I said nothing, only glancing at the marriage certificate in my bag.
