For five years, I waited for the day he would propose. But when I arrived dressed to the nines, I saw him passionately kissing another woman: Jiang Yaoyao, the moonlight he could never forget. Everyone around me laughed. “A simp is always a simp. In the end, he gets nothing.” I turned and plunged into the freezing sea, but as I hovered between life and death, a pair of strong arms pulled me out. It was Wen Xingyu, the most mysterious power player in the Wen family, and the older brother Wen Xinghe respected most. “At that charity gala five years ago, you were the one I invited.” He held up the little wooden cat I had carved with my own hands. “I’ve been waiting for you all these years.” Later, when Wen Xinghe knelt and begged me to come back, I waved the diamond ring on my finger. “Call me sister-in-law.”
