But she was wrong.
Things were not as she had imagined.
What "prodigal son returning"?
What "as long as she was with him, he would no longer associate with those women from his past"?
All lies!
Today was their engagement party, and in front of all these guests, he flirted with those women, embracing them left and right. If he was this brazen now, wouldn't he only get worse in the future?
No, no, no.
This wasn't the life she had envisioned.
Zhang Congjun was not the kind of husband she wanted.
She couldn't let her life be wasted on such a man.
Yang Shaoshang was also suffering inside, but he couldn't let Yang Xiangming make a scene.
He grabbed her wrist and dragged her into the hotel's back room, which was specially prepared for the bride and groom-to-be to rest.
