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 with my own hands was on the head of my fiance's first love. We had been together for four years. He gave her all his affection, taking her to lakes, forests, and grasslands, snapping countless photos, and even giving her a child. But it was only recently that he told me he wanted me, and only me, to bear his children for the rest of our lives. He said he would love them whether they were boys or girls. Looking at 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 the engagement was off, and 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 another chance?" I scoffed in disdain. "A man who's been around is like a rotten cucumber, fit for the trash. You think you're worthy of a chance with me?" He knelt in the cold night wind, consumed by regret, and howled like a dog in despair.