She Wore Someone Else's Wedding Ring, Yet He Said It Fit Perfectly

"Open it." Zhou Yu's voice was calm, even a little tender, as if he were asking me to pour him a cup of coffee. But it wasn't coffee. It was a square jewelry box wrapped in black velvet, just the right size to fit in my palm. The box sat on the walnut dining table, right between the two of us. At the far end of the table, my mother-in-law, Chen Meilan, slowly wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, her eyes fixed on me without blinking. I knew that look all too well. It was like she was admiring a product about to be finalized, assessing its final quality. "What are you waiting for?" Chen