The entire elite circle of Lanqiao City knew just how much Ruan Zhiyin liked Qin Jue. She had followed behind him step by step for years, watching him grow from a youthful boy to a mature man. At last, their grand wedding, which she had long waited for, arrived.

The marriage between the Qin and Ruan families had been arranged, but on the wedding day, the groom was nowhere to be found. Ruan Zhiyin knew that Qin Jue had rushed to Beiyao City for his ex-girlfriend, who had just attempted suicide. In a hall full of guests, at the long-awaited wedding, she finally gave up on Qin Jue completely.

Unwilling to let the Ruan family become a laughingstock, she gritted her teeth and dialed her nemesis’s number, “Cheng Yuelin, marry me now. We’ll divorce in a year. I’ll give you the Beicheng project.”

On the other end, Cheng Yuelin looked at the cigarette butts scattered across the floor and raised an eyebrow as he held his phone. “Miss Ruan’s groom ran away? Fine. Wait for me. I’m coming to marry you.”

……

The next day, Young Master Qin and his friend returned to Lianqiao City. At the airport, the assistant receiving them looked hesitant.

The friend asked, “Don’t tell me Ruan Zhiyin is calling off the engagement?”

The assistant replied, “Not exactly, but……”

Qin Jue frowned. “But what?”

The assistant said, “Miss Ruan has a new husband now.”

Qin Jue: “?”

──Cheng Yuelin, the man who won the beauty’s hand: The marriage certificate is signed. No need to bring it up. Thanks.

After the wedding, Ruan Zhiyin realized that this was a marriage she couldn’t get out of, no matter how hard she tried.

Cheng Yuelin secretly rejoiced. This was a golden opportunity he never saw coming.

Qin Jue regretted deeply. This was a wife he could never win back, no matter how fiery the hellscape.