The First Proud Concubine

A silver-gray Ferrari was speeding along a narrow mountain road. The rapid speed raised countless dust. From the front, it was impossible to see clearly the steep road covered by the dust. Ye Guanlan turned her head from time to time to look at the gray brown paper bag that she had discarded on the passenger seat. Her delicate eyebrows were tightly knitted together. There was no expression on her beautiful face, but from the white fingers that were tightly grasping the direction, she could see the pain she was holding back. Looking at the briefcase that was placed on his desk early this morning and the pair of rings that he thought he would never see again, Ye Guanlan now realized that he was so wrong...