Everyone in Jing City’s upper circles said I was a scavenger, that I’d picked up the woman my older brother didn’t want.
For five years, no matter how I tried to get close, Gu Qing'an never once opened her eyes to look at me. Her cool, delicate features showed not a trace of desire.
Then, late one night, I saw her kneeling beside Lin Mochuan’s hospital bed.
Trembling, she took my comatose older brother’s hand and pressed it against her chest, her face flushed.
“Mochuan, the only reason I married your younger brother was so I could stay by your side every day.”
The next morning, I called off the engagement myself. “I don’t want Gu Qing'an anymore. I’m going to marry Su Jinhuan.”
My mother cried out in shock. “Have you lost your mind? Su Jinhuan is famous throughout Jing City for being a social butterfly. She’s been with countless men. If you marry her, aren’t you just humiliating yourself?”
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