The needy roommate was showing off in the dormitory group that she married a tycoon.
I blocked her vulgar display of wealth and turned around to fly back home to attend my dad's second wedding.
As a result, I had just lain down in our own beauty salon to get a treatment.
The roommate suddenly barged in with a group of bridesmaids saying they wanted to catch me in adultery, accusing me of stealing her husband.
She paraded me down the street, calling me a homewrecker, and even dragged me to the wedding scene.
Just when I was about to pass out.
My dad pushed the door open, full of anger:
"What are you doing to my daughter!"