Su Nian felt as if her life were a third-rate melodrama.
At her engagement banquet, she wore a custom-made white gown and makeup so flawless she could hardly recognize herself. Then her fiancé, Song Mingyuan, poured a glass of red wine over her head in front of all the guests.
“Su Nian, who do you think you are?” Song Mingyuan said, holding his “true love,” Lin Wanwan, and looking down at her. “You’re nothing but a pawn in an arranged marriage my mother forced on me. I’m marrying Wanwan now. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll withdraw on your own instead of making a fool of yourself here.”
