When I returned from surgery abroad, I found my villa trashed by the people at my company's team-building event. Leading them was Cheng Man, the green tea who had climbed the ladder by using my childhood friend. She gave a scornful laugh, her eyes full of contempt. “Well, well. Chasing a man all the way to his house? You really have no shame.”
Zhou Tingchuan frowned and pulled me aside, speaking impatiently. “Xu Zhaozhao, quit making a scene. Once we're married, won't your house be mine too? What's wrong with bringing the people from my company here for team building?”
I was stunned. “Married? Who said I was going to marry you?”
Thinking he had me all figured out, he sneered. “If you won't marry me, why are you always clinging to me? Why did you let me move into your house? Don't think I don't know. Your parents saw my potential and wanted me to marry into your family.”
I'd been frail since childhood and had no friends, which was why I'd clung to Zhou Tingchuan, the housekeeper's son. My parents had been willing to nurture him in return for that, too.
But now, after several operations, I was completely healthy. Was there any reason to keep this tool around?
