The Wrong Person Got the Divorce Papers, and Now a Big Shot Can’t Stop Spoiling Me

After two years of engagement, He Nanxing had never even seen her fiancé Qin Zhen'an, and then he broke off their engagement. Her sharp-tongued future mother-in-law sneered. “You country bumpkin think you can marry into the Qin family? Get out, right now!” Everyone expected her to make a scene and cling to the Qin family, but He Nanxing coolly slung on her backpack. “Out of my way. Here's the engagement token. Now we're even.” But she'd given the token to the wrong person. Qin Yuting, the Qin family's eldest son, wound the red cord around his finger, his heart full of hope. “If she gave me a red cord, she must like me.” He Nanxing was busy restoring the ancient art of traditional Chinese medicine, diagnosing pulses and pressing acupoints, saving lives with a pouch of silver needles. Talented young men from every walk of life confessed their love, while her former fiancé begged her to take him back and even cried himself unconscious. He Nanxing sneered. “Breaking off the engagement was your idea. Why are you crying now that I agreed?” After dark, Qin Yuting climbed through her window, eyes shining as he gazed at He Nanxing. “Xingxing, when will you say yes to what I want?”