I don't know why I can't leave Song Yuanlin.

　　Or rather, in my soul state, I can't be more than three steps away from him.

　　I was forced to accompany him on stage.

　　The wedding scene was decorated with an ocean theme, with a huge blue whale suspended in the air, as beautiful as in a dream.

　　However, the protagonist of the wedding was not me, but Ji Qing.

　　A year ago, Song Yuanlin asked me to deliver lunch to the company, specifically requesting salt-baked shrimp.

　　I was busy from morning until noon, and accidentally cut my hand while trimming the shrimp.

　　But as soon as I entered the office, Secretary Yuan stopped me.

　　At that time, he had just joined the company and had no experience handling such matters.

　　"Mr.

　　Song is in a meeting.

　　Please wait outside, Miss Lu." A rather clumsy lie.

　　Before he finished speaking, suspicious sounds leaked through the crack in the door.

　　Secretary Yuan turned red, his eyes flickering, as if thinking about how to say something to make me feel better.

　　I smiled kindly, patting his shoulder to comfort him.

　　"It's okay, I'll just wait outside." After the meeting, Song Yuanlin walked out with a pretty girl in his arms.

　　That was the first time I saw Ji Qing.

　　Her skin was fair, her eyes were big, her high ponytail was slightly messy, but she radiated youth and beauty without any decrease.

　　Although neither she nor I were the only beautiful flowers in Song Yuanlin's life, looking at his past tastes, he had never been interested in such a pure-looking student.

　　So, when Song Yuanlin told me he was going to marry Ji Qing, I was a little surprised.

　　Fortunately, I quickly calmed down and packed up all my things that evening.

　　 'This is unbearable, huh?' He approached me step by step, the strong smell of tobacco invading my senses and making me feel nauseous.

　　'I'm sorry, General Song, I don't sleep with married men.' If there were a mirror, I'm sure I would be laughing horribly.

　　The smile froze on Song Yuanlin's face as he lowered his head and held my chin.

　　'Should I praise you for having professional ethics?' In his eyes, I was just a woman bought with money.

　　Not sleeping with married men sounded like a ridiculous excuse.

　　'Or is it that you still want to marry me?' I lowered my head.

　　I have thought about it.

　　But it was just...

　　a thought.

　　I couldn't even admit to that.

　　Seeing me hesitate, Song Yuanlin lightly patted my face with a hint of mockery, his cool tone piercing through my heart.

　　'Lu Yang, ask yourself, are you worthy?'