It was all her fault. It was her fault for harboring hope. It was her fault for overestimating her worth. It was her fault for being unable to let go. She had presented him, with both hands, the chance to ridicule her again.
Xu Weilai's face was frighteningly pale. Her fists were clenched in a death grip, and her fingernails pierced into her palms, but she didn't feel any pain at all.
She concluded that the person she had bumped into at the country club was probably Grandpa Gu, and he had likely brought her back to the Gu residence when he had seen how drunk she was.
As to how she had ended up in Gu Yu's room, and what exactly had transpired between Gu Yu and her in the blur, she had absolutely no idea. Given that, how on Earth could she have made use of anyone?
But from his point of view, he probably assumed that, in order to marry him, she had searched out Grandpa Gu, and deliberately arranged such a scene so that she could force him into matrimony.
