The fiancé carefully chosen by my family has a secret double.
He asked his substitute to go on dates for him, write letters for him, and even kiss me for the first time for him.
Until the engagement party, I deliberately poured red wine on Master Zhen's expensive suit.
The stand-in subconsciously knelt down and wiped it, causing an uproar in the audience.
Master Zhen sneered: "You really can't tell who we are."
I bent down and whispered in his ear: "You can tell clearly, the one with the scar on the left waist on the bed is my true love."
