On the wedding day, I witnessed my fiancé and Bai Yueguang having sex in the lounge. He threw me a card and said in a cold tone: "Take the money and get out, don't delay Weiwei and I's good time." I smiled and tore up the check, turned around and pushed open the door of the next box, and said to the powerful man: "I have secured your nephew's engagement. Now, come and get the certificate from me." Three months later, at the family banquet. My ex-fiancé knelt in front of me, his voice trembling: "Auntie... Please give me the inheritance rights..." I shook the red wine glass with a smile like a flower: "Good boy, learn how to bark twice to help my auntie." And his once arrogant Bai Yueguang, wearing a waiter's uniform, was pouring wine for me tremblingly. No one knew that the uncle beside me who was strategizing and doting on me had a terminal diagnosis certificate hidden in his pocket. He spent everything he had just to pave the way for me every step of the way for the rest of my life.
