Across from me, he bombarded me with questions, but I had no patience to listen to him.

I shook off his hand, looked at him expressionlessly, and said, "Dirty things are thrown away. If a man is dirty, why can't I throw him away? Why? Don't you know in your heart?"

A hint of guilt flashed across Yang Cheng's face, but he quickly put on a pleasing smile and said, "Zhizhi, what are you talking about? If there's any misunderstanding, we can explain it. Please don't be like this."

Suddenly, he pulled out a bunch of roses from behind him, took out a ring from his pocket, knelt down on one knee, and said, "Zhizhi, forgive me, marry me!"

Yang Cheng's move immediately attracted everyone's attention during the busy work peak hours.

People around even took out their phones to record this moment, which seemed extremely romantic to outsiders.

The rose looked wilted, the packaging was a bit damaged, clearly picked from some trash bin.

"Nonsense," I slapped the rose away, "Who wants to marry you? If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"

Some onlookers, not minding their own business, kept goading on.

"Marry him, marry him!"

Yang Cheng looked at me with a look of grievance and said, "Zhizhi, I know I can't come up with 880,000 for the betrothal gifts, but my family can offer 180,000. Please agree to marry me."

As soon as Yang Cheng spoke, the spectators gasped in shock and started pointing fingers at me.

"Gold digger!"

"Who does she think she is, asking for 880,000!"

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, glaring at Yang Cheng's smug look, wishing I could slap him right there.

I saw Lin Qingqing not far away looking in our direction, thinking that today's performance must be a scheme between this couple.

A sudden inspiration struck me, tears welling up in my eyes, choking with emotion, I said, "Acheng, it's not that I don't want to marry you, it's your mother who said I'm not good enough for you, can't bear burdens, can't handle things, doesn't look like someone who can bear sons, told me to leave you early, but you said you only have one mother and asked me to give in to your mother."

I don't know where the tears came from, the more I cried, the more tears flowed, and the public opinion around me began to shift.

Yang Cheng's face changed slightly.

I slapped away the ring he handed me, and a passerby picked it up.

"What's going on, why is this man like this?"

Some men in front picked up the ring and wanted to take it away secretly, but suddenly their faces changed, cursing loudly, "Damn it, it's fake, this bastard proposed with a fake ring!"

"Oh my god, what kind of man is this? Proposing with a fake ring!"

"I believe this girl, this man must have no sincerity, using a fake ring even for a proposal!"

Sweating profusely, Yang Cheng said, "Zhizhi, I, I'll explain it to you next time," and ran off in a hurry.