At the New Year's Eve family dinner, Jiang Huaijin showed up with Jiang Siyue, the twin sister of his beloved first love, clinging to him. Everyone waited for me to march over and slap Jiang Siyue. After all, everyone in Jiangcheng knew that Pei Huaijin loved collecting all kinds of memorabilia from his first loves, while I loved catching him cheating in every way imaginable. The first time, I burned every limited-edition supercar in his garage. He simply transferred a hundred million yuan, as calm as could be. “Keep burning! If that's not enough, I'll buy more!” The second time, I brought bodyguards and crashed his party. He only smiled as casually as before. “Don't be so hot-tempered. It was just a joke.” But I merely smiled and pulled Jiang Siyue's thin clothes closer around her. “You're wearing so little. Don't catch a chill.” Then I turned to Pei Huaijin. “If you like her, you should have told me sooner. I'll step aside. There was no need to make such a spectacle of it!” Pei Huaijin furrowed his brow and gave me a disdainful look, then laughed. “What, changed your strategy? Trying to get what you want by pretending to give it up?” Seeing the mockery in his eyes, I smiled from the bottom of my heart. He had no idea that I had pancreatic cancer and was about to die.
