On the night of the wedding, Fu Chenzhou pinched my chin and sneered: "The Jiang family is very courageous and dares to use you as a substitute for marriage."
I grabbed his wrist with my backhand and pressed it against the bedside: "Mr. Fu, it's too late to return the product now."
The tips of his ears were red but he pretended to be calm: "Jiang Ruochu, when your sister ran away from marriage, didn't you tell you that I was sick?"
I unbuttoned the third button of his shirt: "What a coincidence, I specialize in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction."
The next morning, I looked at myself covered in pinch marks and fell into deep thought - who is treating whom?
