“Come on, tell me. What did that piece-of-shit fiancé of yours offer you to make you dump me like a dog?”
Cheng Ding clutched the wedding invitation. The gold lettering burned red in his eyes, and he was still unwilling to accept it.
Jiang Wusi, standing opposite him, made no attempt to hide the truth. “Money and power.”
Her blunt reply gave Cheng Ding, who had been doing his best to contain his anger, a faint glimmer of hope. “Could you not marry him? I can give you those things too.”
She gave no answer, only a look so cold it cut to the bone.
Cheng Ding laughed. “You’re that sure I can’t give you what you want?”
Jiang Wusi shook off his pleading hands. “You said it yourself. You’re a stray dog nobody wants, barely clinging to life. What could you possibly give me?”
The girl walked away without looking back. Cheng Ding’s eyes slowly cracked with pain.
Later, the torrential rain over the border city went on for a long time. Cheng Ding washed the blood from his body and crawled out of the abyss with a scornful gaze, announcing to the world the forceful return of the Zhou family’s eldest young master, a man long known for his secrecy and controversy.
On the day the skies cleared, the brazen man kicked open the doors of the wedding hall and raised an eyebrow at the girl in a pristine white gown at the center of the stage. “Jiang Wusi, just try marrying him.”
He shed his disguise and put on a suit. His unfamiliar air of nobility and familiar rebelliousness pierced the numb expression on her face.
Tch. You’re useless!
Cheng Ding watched two streams of tears roll down her cheeks and frowned in distaste. “I came to steal the bride. Are you coming with me or not?”
