Another spring arrived, warm and blossoming. My husband and I moved into Suzhou with our child, only to run into my cousin's family.
They asked me whether I had cooled off by now, and when I would go back and marry He Heng, the heir.
He Heng was my childhood friend, and we had once been engaged. We were supposed to marry five years ago.
On our wedding day, he changed his mind at the last minute, slapped me in the street, and left with his cousin, Chi Yin, in his arms.
So I tore up our marriage contract and came to this unfamiliar water town in Jiangnan.
When we met again, my cousin's wife said, "The heir has always thought of you. On the day he married Miss Chi, he said himself that once you apologized and came back to him, he would take you as his secondary wife."
What a fine secondary wife.
I smiled and said calmly, "Cousin, I got married three years ago. My child is already two."
He Heng thought I was still sulking. Little did he know I had long since married someone else.
