I was known for being a good girl. During our five years together, no matter how Liang Yansheng played around behind my back, I obediently endured it all.
Until that day, when I found a pair of stockings and a set of lingerie in his hotel suite that didn’t belong to me.
He didn’t show a hint of guilt at being caught. Instead, he just gave a lazy smile. “Be a good girl and go check out of the room for me.”
His friends were all placing bets on how long I could hold out this time.
Liang Yansheng rested his chin on his hand, sounding indifferent. “She’s such a good girl. She’ll settle down in a couple of days.”
He expected me to be just like before, begging him with puppy-dog eyes not to leave.
What Liang Yansheng didn’t know was that once a good girl like me reaches marriageable age, we always listen to our parents.
And so, while he was riding high on his own arrogance, I gathered my courage and asked the handsome man at my blind date: “If the child takes my last name, can you accept that?”
