Unwilling to Make Do with It: Mr. Ruan's Crematorium for Chasing His Wife

"You think you can buy me with money?" He tore up the contract with burning eyes. "Then what do you want?" I took a step back, my heart beating like thunder. "I want you to say you love me willingly, not as a financial sponsor, but as my woman." Five years later, he came back powerfully in a suit and ties, and I held the little boy who looked exactly like him, turned around and ran away. ---