After I Became a Hostess, He Went Mad with Regret

The year I returned home, I fell in love with Gu Jinyan at first sight.

But I had been given the task of marrying for the family’s sake, and I had no right to choose my own path.

Then, on the day of our engagement, the aloof and self-possessed Gu Jinyan took the initiative and kissed me.

I thought my years of unrequited love had finally become mutual, and I even prepared to elope with him.

On my wedding night, Gu Jinyan appeared in my bridal suite and took off my wedding dress with his own hands.

My husband, who had been dead drunk, suddenly burst in.

Gu Jinyan tossed him the hidden camera.

“I won this time. Don’t forget our bet.”

That night, I was stripped naked and thrown out onto the street. High-definition photos and videos of us in bed spread across the internet.

Later, the most popular hostess at a private club in Beijing’s elite circles was a secondhand bride whose engagement to the Gu family had been called off.

I straddled my sugar daddy’s lap and fed him drinks, my body covered in love bites.

But Gu Jinyan, whom I hadn’t seen in five years, suddenly stormed in like a madman, begging me to come home.