'I'm not okay with this! I'm not okay with this at all!'
'I've told him before, I don't believe in marriage.'
'Who wants to be Zheng Wenhao's aunt?'
'Get a grip, will you?'
But with Zheng Wenhao right here, Xu Shengxia couldn't bring herself to say it.
She didn't want to embarrass Ji Junxing or give Zheng Wenhao the wrong idea that she still had feelings for him.
That would just make him waver on his decision to get engaged to Tang Yiyang.
If that happened, it would be all her fault.
So, she had to let this "beautiful" misunderstanding continue.
Until Zheng Wenhao was engaged, Xu Shengxia was determined to keep a low profile, hoping her presence in his mind would fade away.
As Ji Junxing carried Xu Shengxia and brushed past him, Zheng Wenhao's hands balled into fists.
Seeing her being cherished by another man, seeing her in another man's arms—it was like a knife twisting in his heart, an agony that threatened to consume him.
