Getting married to He Shihan, the Ninth Master, and using their contract marriage as a springboard to recover what was rightly hers was Yiyi's straightforward strategy.
By using her position to guarantee her future and reshape her fate, she would reverse the situation.
She clenched her fingers around the pen, ready to sign the marriage contract.
The paper was in front of her, clear and intimidating, with words that were both unfamiliar and recognizable.
Sitting beside her, He Shihan's presence was overpowering and his stare inscrutable.
Yiyi's simple plan was to marry He Shihan, the Ninth Master, and use their contract marriage as a springboard to reclaim what was rightfully hers.
She would turn things around by utilizing her position to secure her future and change her destiny.
As she prepared to sign the marriage contract, she tightened her fingers around the pen.
The page stood before her, imposing and clear, with words that were both new and familiar.
He Shihan sat next to her, his presence overwhelming and his gaze unfathomable.
Lu Feng, the guy who had deceived her in the most heinous manner, intervened.
She felt sick to her stomach because of the mixture of conceit and fake compassion in his face.
"Yiyi," Lu Feng said in an inauthentic tone.
"I've come to take you back."
Yiyi did not recoil. With a chilly grin on her lips, she lifted her gaze to meet his.
For a minute, Lu Feng's countenance wavered, but then he composed himself.
"This marriage cannot be taken seriously. He Shihan poses a threat. You're doing something wrong."
"So,what're you saying?"
"Don't marry him."
"You're too late."