To Forgive or Not to Forgive

I am Chen Jianjin’s secretary, and also his fiancée. He never allowed our relationship to be made public at the company, yet he openly brought me home to meet his parents. Until the moment I saw him, his eyes reddened, pinning his sister-in-law against the wall, his hoarse voice trembling softly: “Zhou Sining, aren’t you jealous? If you don’t turn back, I will really marry her.” It was then I suddenly understood why, six months ago, when I fell from a height of ten meters, Chen Jianjin didn’t shed a single tear. It wasn’t that he couldn’t cry-he just wouldn’t cry for someone he deemed unnecessary. I returned the ring to him and said calmly: “This marriage, I’m not going through with it.”