SylvanSentinel

My boyfriend and I both were reborn at our engagement party from seven years ago.
He gave the ring that was originally meant for me to his tearful pursuer who attended the engagement party.
And I, too, smiled and applauded, giving them my blessing.
After the engagement party ended, I went to study in Germany.
When I returned to take the position of Head of Design domestically, I received an invitation to my ex-boyfriend's wedding.
At the wedding, he looked at me, his eyes filled with regret.
"Chloe Evans, it's a pity you don't understand, once I marry her, I can inherit the company."
I pretended not to know, looking at him with a puzzled expression, and raised a glass to him.
Our classmates sighed with regret; who would have thought this golden couple would end up like this.
That said, they all went up to flatter the newlyweds.
Although I was snubbed, I didn't say anything, just watched the wedding unfold.
In my previous life, he had given me a grand wedding.
Unfortunately, the marriage was full of troubles, and people's hearts change.
Three years later, I firmly held my position in the company and was about to be promoted.
A classmate brought news, saying my ex-boyfriend wanted to see me.
When we met again, he was wearing a wrinkled suit, and there were even a few strands of white hair on his head.
"Chloe, we are the real couple, we are the real couple, let's get back together!"
I smiled, shaking off his hand.
"Did you forget, I was reborn too."


Being Reborn with My Husband

I actually received it long ago, but I have no idea what these two are thinking, inviting me over.


After seeing what I said, the group chat went silent for a moment, then Grace Harrington started to curse angrily.


[These two are really playing tricks on us, what do they take us for?]


["A kind of plant," I'll go, I must go, I'm going to ruin their wedding!]


I looked at their words on the screen standing up for me and quickly stopped them.


[I'm over it already, plus I don't have time to attend any wedding, the professor wants me to go back home to attend a cocktail party for him.]


In these years in Germany, my professor was Stephen, and we worked seamlessly together.


After finishing my studies, he frankly told me I should follow my own path, as his style didn't suit me.


However, he had a friend hold a cocktail party back home as a stepping stone for me.


This cocktail party is full of industry big shots, I can't afford any mistakes.


Chapter 8: