Breaking Off the Engagement and Returning with His Own Card System to Counterattack

The moment the plane landed, I looked at my phone. June 15, 2024, 2:17 pm. Three years. I'm finally back. He was exiled to Africa by his family three years ago without even a single explanation. They said I was a waste, that I didn't deserve the surname Qin, and that my life was a waste of air. I walked out of the terminal carrying my suitcase, and my phone suddenly vibrated like crazy. Nine hundred and eighty-seven unread messages.