Chapter 4 Dragged To The Wedding
On the day of Xu Zichen and Sheng Yiyi's wedding, Feng Si still dragged me there.
At the ceremony, Sheng Yiyi smiled like a flower, leaning against Xu Zichen.
The way they looked at each other was full of love.
Watching the boy I once loved marry a thug girl who had yanked my hair and slapped my face, I still felt sick inside.
Feng Si's hand around my waist tightened, as if he had seen through my gloom.
"Keep staring, and I'll take you right here."
As the only son of the powerful Feng family, people kept coming up to talk to him.
"Hey, isn't this Two Hundred Yuan!"
A bald man leaned in, reeking of alcohol. "Feng Si, you still aren't tired of her?"
The familiar nickname dropped me into an ice pit.
In the past, Feng Si had stepped on my shadow and held the love letter high over his head.
"You are like the stars in the sky, lighting up my dim life..."
He pinched his voice on purpose, mimicking a girl's tone, reading the love letter I had written to Xu Zichen, word by word.
My face burned. I went on my toes, desperate to snatch the letter back, and didn't notice how close our bodies looked.
"So eager to throw yourself on a man? How much for one night?"
Feng Si's words left me frozen in humiliation, not knowing how to react.
From the crowd, someone shouted, "Two Hundred Yuan for the night!"
The whole class burst out laughing.
From then on, "Two Hundred Yuan" became my exclusive title, following me for years...