If You Love Each Other, Do the People a Favor and Get Rid of Yourselves

On our wedding day, my fiancée ran off with a poor boy, disgracing both our families. I urged her not to act rashly, but she ignored all the years we’d known each other and humiliated me in front of our elders, saying I wasn’t worth even one of that poor boy’s fingers. I granted her wish and broke off the engagement, then went abroad to gain experience at our overseas branch. Three years later, at the welcome-home banquet in my honor, she looked at me with tearful eyes and said, “Brother Zeyan, I regret it.”