Three years into their marriage, Yang Wan still hadn’t gotten pregnant.
Her usually gentle husband finally showed his true colors. He not only sought another woman to bear his child, but also sneered at her: “Who else would want a woman who can’t have children, besides me?”
She promptly tossed down the divorce papers, then turned around and set her sights on the most ascetic and aloof young master in their circle.
At first, the man was cool and distant. “Miss Yang, what makes you think I’d want a divorced woman?”
Later, he chased after her and declared possessively:
“From heaven above to earth below, you and I are the only ones made for each other.”
