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To exact revenge on her fiance who cheated on her, Xing Shu plotted against her fiance's uncle, Cheng Lang. "Was my nephew unable to please you?"

On a large, messy bed, Cheng Lang pinched Xing Shu's chin. The black Buddhist bracelet around his wrist swayed from side to side. Everyone said Cheng Lang was a religious man who stayed away from women.

However, after sleeping with him for a night, Xing Shu expressed how it was actually easy to manipulate him. She only needed to say sweet things to him in a soft, gentle voice, and he'd give her anything she wanted.

"Mr. Cheng is only putting on a show with Xing Shu. He'll dump her very soon!"

"Xing Shu is a shameless woman. Mr. Cheng would never fall for someone with ulterior motives like her!"

Everyone in Jing City waited for her to make a fool of herself, but nobody knew how Cheng Lang pinned her against the bed at night. "Xing Shu, mention getting a divorce again if you dare."

Ever since then, Cheng Lang, a man who once belonged on the altar, was brought down by Xing Shu. He experienced what it felt like to be in a relationship like a normal person, and he found joy in it. 

I Dragged My Fiance's Uncle off the Altar

The boy should be one of the older ones and had been holding it in. At Xing Shu's question, he could not hold it in anymore.

Xing Shu hurriedly went in and saw the 70-year-old director—Feng Daxiang—sitting on a chair in the hall. His arm was bandaged and he was comforting a few frightened girls.

Feng Daxiang's eyes lit up when he saw Xing Shu. "Xing Shu, why are you here?"

Xing Shu choked. There was a bouquet of roses on the windowsill of the welfare home's main hall. This was the director's habit. The empty space behind the welfare home was filled with roses and there were fish feeds in the pond. This paradise was the purest utopia in Xing Shu's heart. Therefore, Xing Shu was willing to sign the agreement with Chen Ru and donate most of her salary, for the sake of the welfare home. She would leave only just enough—for her living expenses—for herself.

Why Are You Here?