Her presence attracted many attention as she strode into the glamorous restaurant. She was putting on a short white gown that revealed her long straight legs with feet covered with a black boot. She wore a pink beret, her long black hair flowed beneath it to her shoulders.

"I said I"m not going" She complained loudly into the phone and slumped into a chair. She looked around her to see people staring at her. Some stared because she was really pretty. Some, because she was noisy. She bowed politely to them and spoke softly.

"Mother. This is not fair. You always push me to do everything I don"t want to do."

"Do you know what you want to do?" Her mother scolded her. "You should be grateful we are making good choices for you." Her mother spoke angrily from the other side of the phone.

"I see how good your choices have been. You are all dictators. I won"t go!" She screamed even louder this time and hung up as she stomped her feet on the ground. The heel of her shoes producing loud clanks as it made contact with the floor.

"Be gentle." She felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see a pretty middle aged woman wearing a chef"s ap.r.o.n and instantly recognized her. The woman dropped a can of apple juice in front of her and sat opposite her.

"Mrs w.a.n.g. Sorry for the disturbance. I"m just a little over the edge" She apologized.

"Problem with home again?" Mrs w.a.n.g asked softly.

She nodded "I think they intend to drive me crazy. They keep wanting to send me to blind dates. I"m still young. I"m just 19. Even when I turn 60, they"ll still be men queuing up to marry me. Why the rush?" She stopped to catch her breath then continued "You have a 19 years old daughter right? Can you force her to get married now?" She whined.

Mrs w.a.n.g chuckled. "You are not getting any younger. But I would not advise my daughter to get married now. She won"t even agree. She"s a total bookworm and is currently in medical school."

She pouted. "Can"t they just allow me mourn my Ex-finace in peace before raising another issue of marriage?"

"I thought you mentioned he died three years ago?" Mrs w.a.n.g looked at her, confused.

"It"s still fresh in my memory. Even though I never really wished to marry him, he was still my good friend. Dying at 18 was not something anyone expected" She bowed her head sadly as she sipped the apple juice from a straw.

Mrs w.a.n.g could not help feeling bad for her. At 16, she was betrothed. Now that her fiance was dead, they were pus.h.i.+ng her to someone else.

"What do your parents do anyway?" Mrs w.a.n.g asked.

"They"re into small business" She stopped there and took another sip before she changed the topic.

Mrs w.a.n.g knew she didn"t like saying much about her family, so she just let it slide. She only a.s.sumed she was from an average family who wished to marry off their daughter to a wealthy one.

"Any special menu today?" She asked excitedly.

Mrs w.a.n.g laughed. "It"s a good thing you like eating. I wish my daughter was anything like you."

"I wish I was her. At least she knows what she wants and you let her do it" Her mood turned melancholic.

"It"s okay. Stop brooding already." Mrs w.a.n.g advised.

"Where is Mr w.a.n.g? He didn"t come today?"

"He is with Jianjun in the kitchen" She answered.

"Jianjun? Your son?"

"Yes. He came home two days back. And has been hanging around here often. Oh! Here he comes"

She looked at the direction Mrs w.a.n.g was gesturing at, eagerly. Then she saw him. The 21 years old Jianjun. Tall,trim and das.h.i.+ng. He was not wearing a complete chef"s attire. But he was wearing a plain white ap.r.o.n.

Her eyes shone when she saw him. "This... this is Jianjun w.a.n.g?" She tried to confirm as he got closer to their table. When he stood before them, he didn"t spare her a second glance and only spoke with his mother. He immediately left there when he was done speaking with her.

His action of ignoring her had greatly traumatized Changyu.

Her train of thought was broken when she was Sara running away from Muchen. Earlier, when she was still at the party, She overheard Guan Lanbi, who was sitting close to her table, speaking with her friends about Sara.

"Ah! Sara. That"s right. She is Sara" Lanbi informed another girl.

Changyu had been shocked when she saw Sara. Although, Sara wasn"t looking at her direction, as her gaze was fixed on Weiyoung at the stage, Changyu instantly recognized her as the same person she saw at Delight just a few days ago. There was no way she was mistaking about it.

"Why.. does she look like him?" She wondered.

"She was my cla.s.smate. I think her full name was something Lan or Kang. Yes! w.a.n.g. It"s w.a.n.g Sara" Lanbi announced excitedly.

Changyu"s eyes widened when she heard the name w.a.n.g. "She...she is a w.a.n.g?" The revelation stunned her that she even dropped her wine gla.s.s on her gown. She needed to breathe. She wanted to breathe.

After 10 minutes of catching her breath, her secretary came to her in the car. She handed Changyu, who was sitting in the driver"s seat a file. Bowed, and went home on Changyu"s instruction.

She had trouble opening the file as her hand was shaking seriously. She tried to calm her nerves and finally flipped it open.

Four things got her attention.

*w.a.n.g Sara

* 24 years old

*Father :w.a.n.g Jianjun

"Mother: Jin Helene

She didn"t know when tears began streaming down her face.

"I knew it! I knew it you b.a.s.t.a.r.d." She continued pounding her steering wheel with her fisted hand as she wailed. "While....while.. I was... suffering" She choked between sobs. "You lied to me" She covered her face with both hands as she cried her heart out.

When she raised her head to drive home, She saw Sara peering closely at her car"s front winds.h.i.+eld. Then, at other cars as Sara pa.s.sed hers. Walking around the park like she was searching for something or someone. Her car was both soundproof and tinted so it was impossible to tell if someone was inside.

She watched Sara laugh with Muchen. Her laugh reminded her of him. They were so alike. And it further broke her heart into pieces.