On the eve of the wedding, I received an anonymous video: my fiancé was hugging his white moonlight and making love to each other.
I calmly dialed the phone number of his nemesis: "Will you cooperate? You help me defeat him, and I will help you annex the Lin family."
There was silence for a moment on the other end of the phone, and then a low laughter came: "Ms. Su, I've been waiting for this call for three years."
Later, when the scumbag was on the verge of bankruptcy, he knelt down and begged me to get back together.
And the rumored cold-blooded business boss was carefully applying burnt cream on me: "If it hurts, just bite me."
