"Sorry, I already have a girlfriend."
"A girlfriend can be replaced."
In a flash, the scene shifted to an extremely luxurious new house. There were no people making a fuss in the bridal chamber, only her and the groom. In stark contrast to the festive decorations of the new room, the groom's face was extremely cold.
"You've gone to great lengths just to get the title of Mrs. Leng, haven't you? Fine, I'll give it to you. But let me make it clear, Lin Yixun, I will never touch you, let alone fall in love with you. You can spend your whole life with the title of Mrs. Leng!"
Lin Yixun tightly grasped the sheet beneath her, wanting to escape the nightmare, but it pulled her into deeper pain. It seemed as if she was transported back to three years ago, to that heart-chilling, desperate afternoon.
At that time, she was emaciated, and compared to her haggard appearance, he was dressed immaculately in a suit, still incredibly handsome.
"Yixiu, can you let my dad go for the sake of our marriage?"
"Marriage? I never acknowledged you as my wife."
"I know, you've always blamed me, hated me for forcing you to marry me, but all of this is my fault, it has nothing to do with my dad. Take it out on me all you want. Can you let my dad go, I'm begging you!"
"Begging me? Even Miss Lin knows how to beg? Too late!" The man glanced at her, raised his hand, and threw a divorce agreement in front of her, saying coldly, "Sign it and get out."
Lin Yixun's body trembled, waking up with a start. She gasped for air, taking a long time to recover from the suffocating pain. She lowered her eyes to her palms, where there were a few new wounds.
She closed her eyes in anguish, unsure whether to cry or laugh.
Three years had passed. She learned to forget her identity, her pride, and even that person, but she could never erase those painful memories from her mind.
Washing away a body covered in cold sweat, Lin Yixun came out of the bathroom and checked the time. It was already five in the afternoon.
She quickly changed clothes, hurriedly ate a few pieces of bread, and went out the door. Even so, she was twenty minutes late due to traffic.
When she arrived at Nightshade, she saw the manager looking fierce, scolding someone. The person being scolded was named Feng Xin, a college student who had to work here because of poverty.
"Do you know who you just offended? That person is the third young master of the Dynasty! He merely touched you a few times. Did you need to hit him with a beer bottle?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose, I really didn't!"
"What's the use of apologizing to me? Go apologize to Mr. Tang!"
At the mention of Mr. Tang, Feng Xin recoiled like seeing a ghost, stepping back instinctively, "Manager, I..."
"What do you mean 'I'? I'm telling you, if you don't handle this, you're out!"
"No, please! Manager, you know my family's situation. If I lose this job, my brother will have no hope! He's still so young!"
The manager, having worked at Nightshade for many years, had long since hardened his heart. He grabbed Feng Xin's arm, "Then come with me to Private Room No. 1 and apologize to Mr. Tang!"
Lin Yixun witnessed everything. Feng Xin's hair was messy, her clothes were torn at the collar, almost leaving her exposed. It wasn't hard to guess what had happened, and it wasn't hard to predict how she would be treated if she entered Private Room No. 1.
Seeing Feng Xin was like seeing herself when she first arrived here, and she couldn't help but speak up, "Wait!"