You Brought Our Child to Make Me Marry You, Then Married Someone Else. Why Are You Panicking Now?

They had known each other for ten years and been together for four. An Yi thought she would be He Zhizhou’s girlfriend, fiancée, wife, and the mother of his children, his lifelong companion growing old beside him. It wasn’t until a man groped her and He Zhizhou did nothing that she realized the uniqueness she had imagined was nothing more than something he could replace whenever he pleased. “If I were willing to marry you, I’d send matchmakers and betrothal gifts, and make a grand entrance at your door. I wouldn’t buy you another house and keep you hidden away in a gilded cage. Do you understand what I mean, An Yi?” An Yi understood all too well. So she struggled with everything she had, doing whatever it took to free herself from He Zhizhou’s constraints. He Zhizhou sneered coldly. “A cat with its claws and fangs broken, where could you possibly go without me?” An Yi spent the lives of both herself and her child to escape, leaving without ever looking back. He Zhizhou went mad. The man who had always been proud, aloof, and arrogant about his talents was frantic with desperation. “Xiao Yi, I’m begging you, turn around. Just turn around and look at me once, please?”