Chapter 4

Lucas also smiled: "Sure, but you'll have to find one I actually like."

"Tell me, what kind of girl do you want?"

Lucas leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed and carefree.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't be able to find her."

But Ethan seemed to get fired up: "I'll definitely find her for you today, just tell me."

Lucas slowly raised his eyes to look at Ethan.

Unlike Ethan's refined handsomeness,

Lucas exuded a raw, untamed masculinity that was even more intoxicating than the strongest liquor.

"As it happens, she's married too."

Ethan froze for a moment, then cursed under his breath: "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

Lucas didn't say anything, just gave a self-deprecating laugh after a while: "Forget it, let's drink."

He poured a full glass and downed it in one go.

The conversation picked up again, the topic smoothly changed.

In the end, I didn't push open the door to go in.

Confrontation, arguments, entanglements.

None of it would make any difference.

The men would think it was all just pre-wedding jitters, no big deal.

The elders would think I was making a fuss over nothing, that nothing was more important than the two families joining in marriage.

I stumbled along the carpet.

Until I got into the elevator and leaned against the cold wall.

But Ethan's words still echoed in my ears.

She's pretty, obedient, dull, uninteresting.

The most suitable person to be Mrs. Zhou.

I suddenly laughed silently, looking at myself in the mirror again.

My features were still delicate, but my eyes no longer sparkled.

No matter how hard I tried, the dimples wouldn't appear at the corners of my mouth again.

This was the bland, plain Olivia Zhang.

The demure, obedient Olivia Zhang with no personality or temper.

The perfect marriage tool cultivated by the family.

A tool whose joys and sorrows no one would care about.