The ninth time Lin Yuhe walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, she immediately called her parents overseas.
“Mom, Jiang Qining and I got divorced again.”
Leaning against a roadside plane tree, she sounded weary. “This time, I’m not planning to get back together. Hasn’t the Song family been urging me to marry into their family to bring their son good luck? Tell them I’ll do it.”
Lin’s mother was silent for a long time before finally sighing.
“Yuhe, are you sure? The Song family’s son has been bedridden for two years. They only want you because of your birth chart...”
“So what if that’s all they want?” Lin Yuhe cut her off. “An alliance with the Song family would help the family business too, wouldn’t it? Just arrange it as soon as you can.”
As she spoke, her eyes reddened. “Besides, it doesn’t matter who I marry.”
