At the engagement party, in front of all the celebrities in the city, my fiancé took the hand of my weak green tea sister and announced that she was his true love.
My engagement was canceled on the spot and I became the biggest joke of the year.
The adoptive parents looked on coldly and advised me to be generous: "Qingyan, you were originally picked up by our Su family. You are lucky to be engaged to Haoran. Don't be ignorant."
Frustrated, I turned around and grabbed a man in the corner of the banquet who was so handsome that everyone and gods were angry, and had a cold temperament.
I asked him: "Sir, do you need a wife? One who can sign, is not clingy, and is dedicated to helping you deal with your family."
He raised his eyebrows and slightly opened his thin lips: "Que."
Later, the ex-fiancé's family showed off that they had invited national treasure musician "Qing Xian" to help out, and it was hard to get a ticket.
I silently took out my cell phone and made a call in front of them: "Mr. Wang, I'm sorry, tonight's performance has been cancelled. I'm not in the mood."
The whole place was dead silent.
And my contracted husband, who was ridiculed by everyone as a "boy", was slowly putting on his coat for me and whispered in my ear: "Honey, have you had enough fun? It's time to go home."
Behind him, a row of top bodyguards all bowed: "Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, the car is ready."
