I Won’t Be a Doormat or Look Back. Miss Lin Marries a Tycoon in Style

At three in the morning, the pearl veil I had sewn by hand was on the head of my fiancé’s first love. We had been together for four years. He gave her all his affection, took her to lakes, forests, and grasslands, photographed countless moments, and even gave her a child. But not long before, he had told me that in this life, he wanted only me to bear his children, and he would love them whether they were boys or girls. When I saw the pregnancy test results his first love sent me, I was finally tired and fed up. On our wedding day, I announced in front of everyone that I was calling off the engagement, then left his world for good. Cheng Siyu regretted it. He fell to his knees, weeping as he demanded, “I only made the same mistake every man in the world makes. Why can’t you give me a chance?” I laughed scornfully. “A man who’s gone rotten is like a spoiled cucumber: he belongs in the trash. You think you deserve a chance with me?” He knelt in the cold night wind, consumed by regret, and cried like a dog in despair.