8

"You're having your cake and eating it too, and now you want to go back to what you left behind. Get lost."

No matter how much I refused, he remained indifferent. Suddenly, as if possessed, he grabbed my hand.

"Haven't you always wanted to have a wedding? I'll arrange it, give you an unprecedented grand wedding. And a child, we'll have a lovely child in the future."

"Let go of me!" I shook him off with one hand.

The shop assistant, He Yong, heard the commotion and quickly came out of the kitchen.

The moment he saw He Yong, his eyes turned crimson.

"Who is he? Is it because of him that you don't want to get back with me? What's so good about him, just a waiter!"

I listened to what he said, feeling even more absurd.

"If you don't leave, I'm calling the police."

Zhuang Ming gave me a deep look, "I will definitely make you get back with me."

In the following days, Zhuang Ming seemed to go mad, causing trouble for me every day.

He kept sending me flowers and buying me gifts.