Yun Jiaojiao covered her face with her hands and wept, her tears falling delicately.
"Shaofeng, your mother doesn't like me. Let's call off our wedding, so we don't both end up suffering later."
Su Shaofeng was shocked, quickly saying, "No, Jiaojiao, don't worry. I'll handle it. You just wait to become the mistress of the Su Family."
Su Shaofeng certainly didn't want to give up; he had spent so much effort to win over Jiaojiao.
Yun Jiaojiao felt a rush of satisfaction, with past and present grievances flooding in. Initially hesitant about marrying Su Shaofeng, she now felt it was the right decision just to make Mrs. Su Song uncomfortable.
When she first met Su Shaofeng, it was only because he resembled Su Li that she paid any attention to him.
However, she hadn't really thought of having any relationship with this older man.
She was as beautiful as a flower, and she had far too many suitors.
