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“Hansheng, do I look beautiful?”
Xu Xingran stood in a pristine white gown, her graceful figure perfectly accentuated, and her lovely face even more radiant thanks to her makeup.
Today was supposed to be her engagement day with He Hansheng.
He Hansheng sat on the sofa, his posture tall and refined, his face seemingly a flawless masterpiece, as if crafted by a divine hand.
He exuded a natural aura of authority, a powerful presence that was impossible to ignore.
He Hansheng looked up, his cool gaze unwavering, showing no emotion.
Before he could respond, his phone rang on the table.
Xu Xingran’s heart clenched.
“Don’t answer—”
“Hello—”
But it was already too late.
On the other end of the line, someone said something that made He Hansheng’s expression turn serious. He stood up from the sofa, his tall figure radiating an intense resolve.
“I’ll come over right away.”
He hung up, grabbed his coat, and left her with only his cold, retreating figure—and a single, icy sentence.
“The engagement is canceled.”
It felt as if something sharp had pierced Xu Xingran’s heart.
She felt as though she were bleeding inside.
She wanted to step forward to stop him from leaving.
But her feet felt like they were weighed down with lead, unable to move an inch.
She didn’t snap out of it until she heard the heavy sound of the door closing.
Standing in front of the mirror, she was in a daze.
Just a moment ago, her face had been glowing with happiness.
Now, it looked pale and shattered.
At that moment, her phone rang.
It was a text message.
From Xia Qingqing: “I won.”
Xu Xingran’s lips curved into a bitter smile.
Yes.
Xia Qingqing had won.
Xia Qingqing was He Hansheng’s true love.
Xu Xingran had spent seven years by He Hansheng’s side, loving him, warming his heart, but in the end, she was nothing but a complete joke.
With just a single call from Xia Qingqing, He Hansheng would drop everything and leave her behind.
Her birthday.
Their relationship anniversary.
The dates they’d planned…
And now, even the engagement party—He Hansheng could abandon her there without a second thought.
Did he not realize how humiliating this would be for her, how it would turn her into a laughingstock?
Of course he knew!
He just didn’t care!
A single tear slipped down from the corner of her eye.
A wave of intense pain engulfed her.
Yet at the same time…
There was also a sense of relief.
This relationship—she had held on to it for seven years.
For seven years, she had endured neglect and disregard.
She had long reached her breaking point.
Today’s engagement party was meant to be the last chance for her and He Hansheng’s relationship.
It was clear now—He Hansheng didn’t care.
Xu Xingran took a deep breath.
She opened He Hansheng’s chat window on her phone.
“Let’s break up!”
After sending it, she blocked him without hesitation.
As Xu Xingran dragged her suitcase to the elevator, a sharp whistle rang out behind her.
She frowned.
That sound—it was one she had hated for seven years.
He Yunting, He Hansheng’s cousin.
He Yunting idolized his “god-like” older cousin, He Hansheng. In his eyes, He Hansheng deserved the best in the world.
Not someone like Xu Xingran, this country bumpkin!
Over the years, he had never missed an opportunity to make trouble for her.
He Yunting arrogantly approached her, a smug grin on his face.
“Yo! The engagement’s off, how embarrassing! Running off with your tail between your legs? Don’t worry, I won’t let you leave so easily! Everyone, come out here!”
He Yunting clapped his hands.
In an instant, a group of his unsavory friends rushed out, six of them in total.
They pulled out their phones, aiming them at Xu Xingran to capture her humiliation.
A malicious grin spread across He Yunting’s face.
He began his “interview.”
“Xu Xingran, the engagement is off. How do you feel about that?”
The others laughed, their eyes filled with mockery.
Xu Xingran felt numb inside.
She had endured this kind of treatment for seven years.
She crossed her arms, a smile that was more ironic than amused playing on her lips as she looked at He Yunting.
“What do I feel? Well, it feels pretty bad! But I think no matter how bad it is, it can’t be worse than what you must feel, being the bastard child of a mistress. Don’t you think so?”
With those words, the playful atmosphere instantly froze.
Everyone’s breath caught in their throats.
He Yunting’s face turned ashen.
Although He Yunting was He Hansheng’s cousin, there was no real connection between them.
He was the product of his mother’s affair—an illegitimate child.
This was He Yunting’s deepest shame.
In the past, because he was part of the He family and recognized by He Hansheng as his cousin, no matter how much he tormented and humiliated her, Xu Xingran had endured it.
Now, she had even discarded He Hansheng.
Did he still care about a trash like He Yunting?
He Yunting was enraged.
“You slut, looking for death!”
He shouted, raising his hand high and aiming a vicious slap at Xu Xingran’s delicate face.
But Xu Xingran wasn’t going to take it.
She swiftly dodged and kicked, landing a solid blow to his abdomen.
He Yunting staggered backward, falling to the ground in a mess.
He looked up at her, disbelief written all over his face.
“You dare hit me? Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell my brother?”
Xu Xingran gave him a cold, disdainful look.
“Go ahead! You little brat still on your mother’s tit! I only tolerated you in the past for He Hansheng’s sake, but now that I don’t even want him anymore, do you really think I’ll put up with you?”
She wasn’t in the mood to waste more time with him.
Grabbing her suitcase, she prepared to leave.
He Yunting screamed hoarsely.
“Fine! If you really have some spine, then never come back! Don’t come crying to my brother to take you in!”
Xu Xingran paused in her tracks.
Seeing her movement, He Yunting’s face twisted with disdain.
“Regret it? Hah! You shameless dog! If you don’t want me to tell my brother, then get on your knees right now, lick my shoes, and maybe I’ll generously forgive you!”
Xu Xingran’s lips curled into a bitter smile.
She noticed one of He Yunting’s henchmen was still filming with his phone.
She calmly turned her gaze toward the phone.
“I, Xu Xingran, am done with He Hansheng. I will never marry him in this lifetime. If I break this vow, may He Hansheng die a horrible death!”