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An atmosphere of irreconcilable hostility hung heavy in the lavishly decorated grand hall of the Ye family villa.
A young woman, tears streaming down her face, railed at the elderly couple seated on a plush leather sofa. "If you don't annul my engagement to Long Tianming, I'll... I'll...!"
She would what? Take her own life? The thought was laughable. Not a soul would believe she had it in her to choose death.
Indeed, Mrs. Ye arched a disdainful eyebrow. "You'll do what, exactly? Is a man's philandering so unusual? You wish to dissolve a betrothal over a few tabloid rags? Do you take marriage to be a child's game?"
"A few?" Ye Jia shot back. "There have been ten this month alone!" She snatched the paper from the table-the one emblazoned with a picture of her so-called fiancé kissing another woman on the street-and hurled it at Mrs. Ye. How could her luck be so wretched, to be saddled with a fiancé who was not only a fool, but an incorrigible philanderer?
"Let me be perfectly clear," Mrs. Ye stated, her voice like ice. "You are marrying into the Long family, not Long Tianming." With that, she rose to her feet and, along with Mr. Ye, ascended the staircase, leaving their daughter in their wake.