"Yanjing, do I look beautiful?"
Yu Chuwan stood in her pristine white wedding dress, her figure exquisitely outlined, her radiant face breathtakingly beautiful under the delicate touch of makeup.
Today was supposed to be her engagement day with Bo Yanjing.
Bo Yanjing sat on the sofa, his tall frame and flawlessly sculpted features making him look like God’s finest masterpiece. An aura of natural authority surrounded him, commanding both awe and distance.
Just as he was about to answer, his phone rang.
Yu Chuwan’s heart sank.
"Wait—don’t answer it—"
But it was too late.
Bo Yanjing picked up the call. "Hello?"
Whatever was said on the other end, his expression darkened instantly. He rose from the sofa.
"I’ll be right there."
With that, he grabbed his coat and strode toward the door.
All that remained was the cold silhouette of his retreating figure and a single, icy sentence.
"The engagement is off."
Yu Chuwǎn felt as if struck by lightning, her heart aching as though pierced by a knife.
She wanted to rush after him, to stop him—but her legs seemed rooted to the ground, refusing to move.
Then, the door slammed shut with a resounding *bang*.
Staring blankly at her reflection in the mirror, she watched as the happiness that had once lit up her face drained away, leaving only pallor behind.
Her phone buzzed.
A message from Su Ruòruò.
*"I win."*
Yu Chuwǎn let out a bitter laugh.
Yes, Su Ruòruò had won.
As Bó Yànjīng’s untouchable first love, she would always come out on top.
And Yu Chuwǎn? She had spent seven long years loving him, warming his heart—only to end up the biggest fool of all.
All it took was one call from Su Ruòruò, and Bó Yànjīng would abandon her without hesitation.
No matter if it was her birthday, their anniversary, or a promised meeting.
Not even something as important as today’s engagement ceremony.
He could just walk away without a second thought.
Did Bo Yanjing not realize that by leaving like this, he was humiliating her, making her the laughingstock of everyone?
Yet, he clearly didn’t care in the slightest.
A silent tear slid down her cheek.
Yu Chuwan felt as if a knife were twisting in her heart. The overwhelming pain engulfed her, so intense that it almost brought a strange sense of relief.
For seven long years, she had clung to this relationship alone.
Seven years of enduring indifference and heartache.
Her heart had long been lost in hesitation and confusion.
Today’s engagement party was her final attempt—one last chance for her and Bo Yanjing.
But it was painfully clear that he didn’t care at all.
Then… it was time to let go.
Yu Chuwan took a deep breath, pulled out her phone, and opened the chat with Bo Yanjing.
**[We’re done.]**
Without hesitation, she sent the message—then blocked him for good.
She dragged her suitcase toward the elevator when a sharp whistle pierced the air behind her.
Yu Chuwǎn frowned.
It was Bó Yúnchè, the cousin of Bó Yànjīng.
For seven years, she had despised him.
Bó Yúnchè idolized his older brother, Bó Yànjīng, believing he deserved nothing but the best.
And in his eyes, Yu Chuwǎn—this "country bumpkin"—had somehow tainted his perfect brother.
Over the years, Bó Yúnchè had never missed a chance to make her life miserable.
With a smug, punchable grin, he sauntered over.
"Oho! So the engagement’s off? How humiliating! Thought you could just slink away unnoticed? Not a chance! Everyone, come out!"
He clapped his hands, and six of his cronies immediately sprang into view, phones raised to film Yu Chuwǎn.
Bó Yúnchè smirked, taunting her like a tabloid reporter. "Yu Chuwǎn, how does it feel to have the wedding you dreamed of called off?"
A chorus of mocking laughter erupted around them.
Yu Chuwǎn felt numb inside—this was the same torment she’d endured for seven long years.
Crossing her arms, she met his gaze with a cold, mocking smile.
"How does it feel? Honestly? Like absolute garbage. But no matter how bad it is, it’s still better than how a bastard like you must feel every day. Don’t you think?"
The moment those words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze in everyone's lungs.
The atmosphere in the room plummeted to subzero temperatures.
Bo Yunche's face darkened instantly.
Though he was technically Bo Yanjing's cousin, the two shared no real blood ties.
After all, he was the bastard child of his mother's infidelity.
This was the most shameful wound in Bo Yunche's heart.
In the past, out of consideration for Bo Yanjing, Yu Chuwan had endured every humiliation and bullying from Bo Yunche in silence.
But now...
She had already cast aside even Bo Yanjing—why would she spare a second thought for trash like Bo Yunche?
"You bitch! You're asking for death!"
Bo Yunche, seething with rage, raised his hand to slap Yu Chuwan across the face.
But she wasn't about to let him have his way.
With a nimble sidestep, she delivered a sharp kick straight to his gut.
Bo Yunche crashed onto his back, limbs flailing, sprawled on the floor in utter disgrace.
His eyes bulged wide, disbelief written all over his face.
"How dare you hit me? Don't you fear I'll tell my brother?"
Yu Chuwan sneered at him, her eyes icy with disdain.
"Go ahead, you pathetic mama's boy. The only reason I ever put up with you was out of respect for Bo Yanjing. But now? I don't even want *him* anymore. Why would I waste my time on trash like you?"
She had no interest in wasting another breath on him. Grabbing her suitcase, she turned to leave.
Bo Yunche, fuming, shouted after her, "Fine! If you've got the guts, don't you dare come crawling back! Don’t come crying to my brother for help later!"
Yu Chuwan paused mid-step.
Seeing her hesitate, Bo Yunche smirked triumphantly. "What’s wrong? Scared now? Ha! Worthless bitch! If you don’t want me snitching, get on your knees and lick my shoes right now. Maybe then I’ll let it slide."
The corner of Yu Chuwan’s lips curled slightly.
Her gaze flickered to one of Bo Yunche’s lackeys, who had been silently recording the whole exchange on his phone. Without hesitation, she turned and faced the camera directly, her voice calm but razor-sharp.
"I, Yu Chuwan, am done with Bo Yanjing—for good. I swear I will never marry him in this lifetime."
Her eyes burned with conviction as she added, "If I ever break this oath, may lightning strike Bo Yanjing dead where he stands."
