I’d been engaged to Lin Ze for three months when he deliberately brought his kept mistress right in front of me, wrapped her in his arms, and kissed her passionately. “I’ll marry you. You can be Mrs. Lin. But you’ll never get a single bit of my love.” Lin Ze was sure I couldn’t live without him. The next second, his uncle, Lin Zhan, the feared menace of Beijing’s elite circles, held out his hand to me. “You could be Mrs. Lin by marrying me, too. How about considering it?” I smiled and placed my hand in his. After that night, Lin Ze went mad trying to get me back. “Zhaozhao, I really know I was wrong. Could you love me one more time?”
