In April, Rongcheng.

After a month of intermittent drizzle, the sun finally came out, and the air was filled with a warm, damp feeling.

On the rooftop of the hotel's high-end private room, there were carefully arranged greenery around it. In the middle was a long table, and on the two chairs sat a man and a woman.

Tang Zhi leaned against the back of the chair, lazily. Occasionally, she would pick up the fruit wine in front of her and take a light sip.

Mmm, orange flavor, very sweet.

"My person isn't you, it's Xuan Yi. Break off the engagement. What do you want? Just say it."

The man across from me wore a white suit, impeccably tailored. He straightened up now, and though his eyebrows and eyes were still handsome, there was a trace of impatience in their expression.

This is the fiance that his deceased grandfather had chosen for himself? The only son of the Rongcheng Zhou family, Zhou Yuhao?

Well, he's not bad-looking, but he's not the sharpest tool in the shed.

During the Tang and Zhou dynasties, the two families were very close. The two elders had been the best of friends in their younger days, which is why this verbal betrothal arrangement came about.

Now that both elders have passed away, naturally some people are no longer willing to be bound by this verbal marriage agreement.

Tang Zhi casually put down her wine glass, "Why don't you come over and tell me yourself?"

This, yes, my cousin, the second young lady of the Tang family, Tang Xuanyi.

My cousin stole my fiancé, it's such a messed up plot.

But, that's the reality.

"Xuan Yi is kind-hearted and afraid of hurting you, so she can't bear to tell you in person."

"Kindness?" Tang Zhi raised an eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

To steal your sister's fiancé, isn't that going too far? What are you talking about kindness then? Aren't you just trying to cover something up?

After all, this isn't something to celebrate.

Perhaps stimulated by the faint mockery in his eyes, Zhou Yuhao's impatience became even more obvious.

No matter what, I won't marry you. What's the point of you persisting? This marriage was just a joke between our grandfathers back then. You should know that too.

"Alright, I'll give you five million as compensation. I heard that Uncle Tang Er is dedicated to teaching and never involved in the family business, so this five million would be a considerable sum for you."

Tang Zhi's father is the second son in the Tang family and a professor at the prestigious Archaeological Institute. He has an elder brother, Tang Shizong, who is Tang Xuan Yi's father. Currently, all the businesses in the Tang family are managed by Tang Shizong.

In contrast, Tang Shichen, this university professor, said that it sounds good going out, but in reality, it's just a bland position.

Besides, he is a notorious professor of archaeology known for his poverty.

Tang Zhi glanced at the bank card he handed over and pursed her lips.

"Oh, then let's withdraw."

Zhou Yuhao was delighted to hear this, but then he scoffed, "Sure enough, it all boils down to money."

"Here's the five million, but there's a condition. You go to Tang and tell him that it was you and I who didn't work out, and you want to call off the engagement. It has nothing to do with Xuan Yi."

At the end, she added, "Anyway, since we're breaking off the engagement, it won't affect you either way."

A hint of mockery flashed in Tang Zhi's eyes. How could it be unaffected? She had privately gone back on the marriage arranged by her grandfather. Even if he loved her dearly, he would eventually lose her.

Tang Xuanyi is quite good at calculating.

I'm too lazy to waste any more energy arguing with my soon-to-be ex who isn't very bright.

"When did I ever say I wanted your money?"

Zhou Yuhao was stunned.

Only after Tang Zhi left did he slowly return to his senses, unable to believe it.

Her face had changed, but thinking that she was truly Tang Xuanying, she felt a sense of relief mixed with a hint of disdain. At this moment, she seemed aloof and proud.

(Editor in charge:graphic novel)