At the age of twenty-two.
Jian Xichi traded a marriage contract for the Cheng family’s peace.
And traded away my whole life, too.
At twenty-eight, the woman he had always adored returned to the country.
Once again, Jian Xichi used the Cheng family’s safety to threaten me into divorcing him.
“Cheng Lan, you’d better know what’s good for you.”
His eyes were full of disgust.
“As a pawn, you should be ready to be discarded at any time.”
I slapped the divorce papers across his face, took my handsome younger boyfriend by the hand, and walked away without looking back.
He sneered at me: “You think I’ll get jealous and regret it just because you found some random guy?”
That was before I posted an official couple photo to my social media.
Caption: [Who needs a scumbag when a younger boyfriend is so much better?]
Jian Xichi finally panicked and begged me to stay. “Cheng Lan, could you give me one more chance?”
The man beside me stepped in front of me, a lazy, mocking smile on his lips.
“You two are divorced, ex-husband. If you want to see my girlfriend from now on, make an appointment and get in line.”
