Old Master Gong glared at her in rage, wishing he could strangle her. He had never seen such a shameless woman. He used to think she was obedient and sensible, but now it seemed a woman who could be someone's mistress—how good could she possibly be?
"Fine. If anything goes wrong with this engagement ceremony because of you, Su Yu, I'll make sure you die with no grave to be buried in." Old Master Gong flung the words at her in fury and slammed the door as he left.
The ward fell silent at once. Xiao Yu, face deathly pale, leaned against the headboard. She could no longer tell if it was her heart that hurt or her body; she only knew that this feeling was unbearable.
So he was getting engaged tomorrow. From then on, he would be the fiancé of the most noble woman in this country, a man she could no longer covet.
