Vício Humano

Inside the fitting room of the bridal boutique, Jian Tang, trying on a wedding dress, simultaneously received two messages on her phone. Her slender fingers moved delicately to open the first message: "Miss Jian, the transfer of assets will be completed in two months, so it won’t delay your escape from the wedding."

Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered softly as she opened the second message—a photo. In it, her stepsister, Shen Feiyu, wearing a diamond ring identical to the one on Jian Tang’s ring finger, was being roughly pressed against a wall by Chen Bozhou, their bodies tangled in carnal embrace.

"I went ahead and tried out your bridal suite for you, sister."

Unaware of the torment Jian Tang was enduring, the two shop assistants helping her change brushed their hands over the shimmering fabric of her gown and whispered excitedly, “Miss Jian, may I take a photo with you afterward?”

Their faces flushed as they hurriedly explained, “When Mr. Chen proposed to you, I was there too. Who would have thought that the eldest son of a wealthy family, born with a silver spoon, would cry tears of joy just because the girl he loves said yes? We all envy the love you share…”

“Yes, I heard that three months ago when Miss Tang had a car accident, Mr. Chen didn’t eat or sleep for three days and nights, even set up a temporary blood bank, almost wearing himself down. Because you’re about to graduate and enter society, he fears losing you to someone else, so he hurried to propose a seventh time…”

In this era of fleeting romances, tr