Ten Million, I Sold My Life Away

In the third year after returning to the Jiang Family with Jiang Huaixu, he got engaged. The bride was not me. I quietly shed the last tear, and as I packed my luggage, he leaned against the door. Dressed in a suit, his tone was like discussing a business deal: “An Qin, you who have nothing, and my fiancée who can offer me a commercial empire.” “Choosing the latter, you understand, right?” Yes, I understand. He was no longer the boy from the slums who clutched my clothes and said, “Don’t leave me.” So when Jiang’s Mother threw a check at me- Ten million or him. I didn’t choose him either.