That night, the entertainment headlines were dominated by the romance of a wealthy young master and a popular actress.

The young master of the Black group spent lavishly to make his lady smile.

Overnight, thousands of flowers appeared all over Togama.

With fireworks filling the sky as a backdrop, Jeremy held Susan proudly.

These were things he once considered a waste of time and energy, yet he did them all for someone else.

Everyone was saying that Jeremy was getting ready to settle down.

I suddenly thought of a line from Empresses in the Palace. [All the love and time spent these years, were they all wrongly placed?]

After leaving the place I once considered home, I called my best friend, Bella, and asked if she could stay with me for a while.

I explained the situation roughly, and Bella was furious over the phone, insisting on beating up the scumbag.

"Five years, what did Jeremy take those five years for? That scumbag, that heartless man, I always said he was no good."

Hearing his name still made my heart ache, and my voice caught in my throat.

Bella understood my silence and asked softly, "Emma, where are you? I'll come to find you right away, just stay where you are."

It was still a bit cold in Togama in early spring. I sat on a park bench in a daze, and soon it started to rain lightly.

Bella said she had something urgent and couldn't come, so she sent someone to pick me up.

As I was about to seek shelter from the rain, I looked up and locked eyes with a man.

Jagger?

What was he doing here?

The man was dressed in a well-fitted suit, the collar of his shirt slightly open, looking a bit displeased.

I rarely saw Jagger looking so serious nad he was usually all smiles.

He held an umbrella with one hand and loosened his tie with the other.

Walking towards me, I called him Mr. Lynn, and Jagger raised an eyebrow, "Let's go, back to my place first."

Before I could say anything, Jagger handed me the umbrella, picked up my suitcase, and walked ahead.

I hesitated for a moment but followed.

I didn't worry much about Jagger.

Jagger was a known workaholic with no interest in women.

The place still had the same Italian style, and the furnishings hadn't changed.

I couldn't help but think that Jagger must be very loyal in relationships.

But gods like him were not interested in our love affairs.

Going home suddenly would worry my parents, so I decided to stay here for now.

Jagger and I lived in the same neighborhood, and our parents were business partners. We grew up together.

I took a hot shower, came out wrapped in a towel, and let my hair fall casually to one side.

I glanced at Jagger, who was looking down at his phone, his long eyelashes lowered, his face a bit red.

Thinking about the rain tonight, I wondered if Jagger had a fever.

I reached out to touch Jagger's forehead. He didn't dodge and looked at me with a faint smile. "What are you trying to do? I'm still a decent man."

I rolled my eyes at him. "I don't like virgins."

Jagger's smile froze on his face, and he awkwardly pursed his lips.

Strangely, I didn't have the insomnia I expected, and instead, I slept soundly that night.

The next morning, I was woken up by a commotion. I checked the time—it was already ten o'clock. The sunlight squeezed through the curtains, particularly striking.

I heard a woman outside saying, "You brought a girl home, you have to be responsible. The Lynn's family doesn't play around."

Jagger explained, "No, she's not..."

"Not what, not a girl?!" Jagger's mother paused for a moment, seemingly making a decision. "Even if it's a boy, you have to take responsibility."

Hearing this, I burst out laughing.

I opened the door, and Jagger was still arguing weakly with his mother, while his father was mediating.

Seeing me, his mother was momentarily surprised, then her face lit up with joy. "Emma, you're here!"

Jagger was a premature baby. After giving birth to him, the doctor told his mother she couldn't have more children.

His mother always wanted a daughter and treated me as one. She always had Jagger bring a share of anything good to me.

She often joked, "When you grow up, will you marry Emma?"

I eagerly replied, "Yes, yes!"

Hearing this, Jagger's eyes lit up. "A promise is a promise." He would chase me to hook our pinkies if I didn't agree.

If he couldn't catch me, he'd cry until I agreed to pinky swear.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Jagger's parents, who knew nothing about Jeremy and me since he didn't want to go public, it saved me a lot of trouble.

On the way home, Jagger suddenly asked me, "Do you have any family rules?"

"Huh? What?" Jagger was acting very strange today, like when we were kids, often throwing a bunch of random questions at me.

I turned to look at him with a smile, Jagger staring straight ahead. His fair skin made his lips look very red, and his profile was distinct, with both a masculine strength and a touch of soft beauty.

Jagger swallowed and continued, "I just found out today that one of our family rules is that if you bring a girl home, you must marry her."

Talking with Jagger was always relaxing, more like talking with family than friends. I casually asked, "Which girl is so lucky to be brought home by Jagger?"

Jagger took a deep breath, about to say something when my phone rang.

It was Jeremy. I answered, and his hoarse voice came through, "Emma, I have a headache. Come back and give me a massage."

I sneered, "We have nothing to do with each other anymore. Go find one of your flings to give you a massage."

Unfazed, Jeremy continued, "I only love you, Emma. You know that in the business world, there are always some social games. Understand me, for the sake of giving you a better life, I have no choice, you..."

I hung up before he could finish.

In the private room, Jeremy's face turned dark.

"Jeremy, do you think Emma is serious this time? She used to come running within ten minutes of a call."

"Impossible. She's definitely putting on a show. Breaking up with Jeremy would be harder than reaching the sky. This is a tactic to play hard to get. Learn from it."

Everyone laughed.

Jeremy's tense expression relaxed a bit, and his hand slowly moved to Susan's waist.

Jagger lit a cigarette, exhaling smoke slowly, and after a long silence, he spoke, "What's so good about Jeremy, a lowly creature who can't control himself."

"I know you want Jeremy to pay for his actions, and I've always wanted to secure the new project in the development zone. Right now, Jeremy is the strongest competitor. We have the same goal. If we get married, we can definitely bring down the Black group."

"Why do we need to get married to bring down the Black group?"

"Maybe, because of the family rules?"

And just like that, I ended up marrying Jagger.

Perhaps it was out of revenge against Jeremy.

Walking out of the civil affairs bureau, I looked at the red marriage certificate in my hand, dazed.

Jagger took out his phone, taking photos from various angles.

That night, I regretted it.