Shen Qingyu's first love was back in the country.
On our wedding anniversary, she brought Xie Ning'an home.
Without a care, she told me,
"Ning'an will be living here from now on. He's frail, so take good care of him and make him three meals a day."
"Also, he likes peace and quiet, so he'll be sharing the master bedroom with me. You can move to the guest room."
I packed my things and calmly prepared to leave.
My cousin tried to stop me, but Shen Qingyu scoffed.
"Let him go. Every time he throws a tantrum and runs away, he comes crawling back in less than two days. Why bother with him?"
The people in the villa looked on with mocking smiles.
They bet that before I even made it out the front gate, I'd come running back on my hands and knees to apologize.
But they didn't know that the person coming to pick me up was already waiting outside.
This time, I won't be coming back.
