On the eve of my wedding, my fiancé, Shen Huaiyu, encountered bandits on his way to offer incense and pray for my good fortune. He fell off a cliff, his fate unknown. I didn’t grieve or make a scene. Instead, I joyfully continued preparing my wedding dress and waited for the wedding. That was because the night before, I had accidentally overheard him telling his friend over drinks that he planned to fake his death to teach me a lesson. His friend was shocked. “Are you crazy? Su Yutang has waited for you for five years and is practically an old maid now. You still want to fake your death and put her through this?” Shen Huaiyu laughed dismissively. “Who told her to refuse to lend Qingwan her ancestral jade bangle? A stingy woman like that would get jealous even after she married me
