Accidentally Marked My Ex’s Crush, the Ice-Cold Goddess O - Chapter 1: The Broken Engagement

Chapter 1: The Broken Engagement

A book: How to comfort yourself when your engagement is called off on the day of the ceremony?

The image shows an engagement contract torn in half.

Little Pig: Wow, congratulations.

Melon-Loving Xiao Ke: At least it wasn’t during the wedding. It’s fine, the next one will be better.

Sweet Cloud: Let it be broken. It’s better than my situation. On my engagement day, I found out the person at the ceremony was her twin sister. She went abroad to study.

Call Tomorrow: Let it be broken. It’s better than my situation. On my engagement day, a male mistress came with an orchid finger gesture, throwing himself into his arms, saying in a delicate voice, “Only when mountains have no peaks and heaven and earth meet would I dare to part with you.”

momo: Let it be broken. It’s better than my situation. On my engagement day, my dad and his dad were messing around in the bathroom, pants already off.

Commenter: How did you know the pants were off?

momo: Because I opened the door and saw it (smile).

When Jiang Ci read this, her already bad mood was completely shattered, her worldview blown apart.

This world was simply a giant melodramatic novel.

“Your family’s Jiang Ci is just a useless alpha, with no pheromone ability, no gland function, and no marking capability. She’s not even as good as a beta.”

“Our Qiao Yunchi marrying her is like a flower stuck in cow dung. This engagement, our Qiao family is canceling.”

“I’m here today to break ties with your Jiang family!”

The Qiao family’s insults inside were harsher with every sentence, each word calling her a useless, worthless alpha.

Jiang Ci stood in the hallway listening, her mood surprisingly calm.

Today was her engagement banquet with the Qiao family’s second daughter, Qiao Yunchi.

Reporters arrived early in the morning.

A hot air balloon stood at the hotel entrance, displaying a giant photo of the two leaning shoulder-to-shoulder, making a heart shape.

The city center and bus stop billboards had all been changed at midnight to their engagement photos. It could be said that all of Linjiang City knew about their engagement today.

The two families booked an entire hotel floor. She and Qiao Yunchi wore custom-made red embroidered qipaos, adorned with jade hairpins and gold hair accessories, their hands decorated with jade bracelets, dressed in full splendor.

The news and guests said they were a perfect match, a divine couple.

They were simply a match made in heaven.

After the engagement began, everything went according to plan, but when it came to pressing the red ink seal, the other party suddenly stopped and gave her a glance.

Jiang Ci felt that glance was very off.

The next second, Qiao Yunchi picked up the engagement contract, tore it in half, and threw it at her. “I won’t get engaged to you because I have someone I like, and you, a useless alpha, don’t deserve to marry me.”

At those words, the room erupted in shock.

The guests, stunned, began to whisper.

“This Jiang Ci is indeed a useless alpha. A top-tier omega marrying her is definitely a loss.”

“If it were me, I’d call off the engagement too.”

“The Jiang family can’t really blame anyone for this.”

The media invited to the engagement ceremony had initially come with the attitude of taking a few pictures and leaving. They didn’t expect this drama. Their professional instincts kicked in, and the moment they sensed the scandal, their hands automatically grabbed their cameras, rushing to the best spots to start shooting.

After the scene erupted, the Qiao family showed little reaction, their expressions aloof and arrogant, as if they had no issue with breaking the engagement.

But the Jiang family disagreed with calling it off, standing up one by one to stop it. After all, the marriage alliance benefited the Jiang family the most.

Before the two families started arguing, Qiao Yunchi had already left the crowd first.

Jiang Ci wanted to stay and comfort her grandmother before leaving, but the scene descended into chaos.

It started with arguments, then escalated to smashing things and hitting people. The situation was completely out of control, so she let it go.

She slipped through the crowd into the lounge, locked the door, found the bag with her clothes on the sofa, and quickly changed.

White shirt, light blue jeans, sneakers—a very casual outfit.

She had planned to wear this after the engagement ceremony, but she didn’t expect it would be used for her escape.

Jiang Ci changed, grabbed the bag with the qipao, and hurried out of the lounge.

Just as she turned the corner, she ran into hotel staff and security guards rushing toward the banquet hall, looking anxious, likely to break up the fight.

Jiang Ci immediately pressed against the wall to make way, keeping her head down.

The group rushed past her.

After they left, Jiang Ci glanced back, tightened her grip on the clothing bag, and quickly walked toward the elevator.

The elevator was on her floor. She pressed the button to open it.

Inside the elevator, without the noisy arguments or the sound of things being smashed, Jiang Ci let out a long breath.

She exited the elevator and walked out through the hotel’s revolving door.

Looking up, before the sunlight hit her, she saw the hot air balloon with their engagement photo, glaringly bright.

The hot air balloon was Qiao Yunchi’s specific request, made just three days before the engagement. She said there would be no engagement without it.

Jiang Ci had no choice but to find a vendor overnight and have them work around the clock to make it.

In the photo, she stood on the left, her left hand loosely around Qiao Yunchi’s waist, her right hand making a heart with hers.

Qiao Yunchi tilted her head slightly, resting on her shoulder, her lips curved in a sweet, charming smile.

The memory of that photoshoot was still vivid in her mind. She never expected things to turn out like this. Life was truly unpredictable.

The more forced something was, the more tragic the outcome.

Jiang Ci looked at it for about a minute, then turned away, hailed a taxi by the road, and gave the driver her company’s address.

If she went home now, she’d definitely be caught.

If she went to school, classmates would bombard her with questions about the broken engagement.

Explaining one by one would be even more annoying. It was better to go straight to the company and deal with the past two days’ work.

After getting in the taxi, Jiang Ci set her phone to airplane mode. When she arrived and got out, she turned on the mobile network to pay.

The moment the signal connected, nearly a hundred calls and WeChat messages flooded in.

She didn’t look at a single one.

After paying, she set her phone back to airplane mode.

Jiang Ci finished work at 7 p.m., left the company, and took a taxi back to her family’s old mansion.

Avoiding was one thing, but she still had to face what needed facing. But just as the taxi got on the overpass, a torrential downpour began.

It was rush hour, and with the heavy rain, many cars were stuck on the overpass.

Horns kept blaring.

Jiang Ci wasn’t in a hurry, sitting in the back, lost in thought.

The driver wasn’t in a hurry either. While waiting for traffic to move, he opened an app and started scrolling through videos.

[Breaking news: The Qiao Group’s heiress announced this afternoon that she’s calling off her engagement with Jiang Ci of the Jiang family. One is a top-tier omega, the other a low-level useless alpha. Their relationship initially broke through barriers of status and pheromone levels, but how did this fairy-tale couple, once admired by all, come to this point?]

[Linjiang City has issued an urgent red rainstorm warning. From 7 p.m. to 11 p.m. tonight, expect continuous rain to heavy rain, with rainfall expected to reach 400 millimeters. Citizens, please close windows, avoid going out, and stay safe.]

The driver, watching the news, muttered to himself, “Oh my, such heavy rain.”

“Miss,” the driver called softly to her.

Jiang Ci hummed and asked, “What’s wrong?”

The driver, one hand on the steering wheel, turned slightly and said, “The news just said there’s a big storm tonight, possibly until 11 p.m. The road to your place is in an area that floods easily. In past years, water reached car roofs, and cars couldn’t get through. So, I’ll drop you off at a hotel or guesthouse up ahead. You can stay the night and head back tomorrow morning. Is that okay?”

Jiang Ci turned to look at the car window. The rain was heavy, water streaming down like waves.

Maybe even the heavens didn’t want her to go back.

Jiang Ci nodded and said, “Okay, thank you, sir.”

The driver waved his hand. “No problem.”

Moving at a snail’s pace for nearly two hours, the taxi finally left the overpass.

The driver dropped her off at a hotel entrance.

Jiang Ci paid and got out. She had no umbrella, so she took the suit jacket from the bottom of her bag, held it over her head, and ran through the rain, water up to her ankles, into the hotel lobby.

Inside, Jiang Ci wrung the rainwater from the jacket, holding it in one hand as she walked to the front desk and asked the staff, “Are there any rooms available?”

The front desk said, “We have one standard room left, but it already has a guest. However, they said if it’s a woman, they’re fine sharing. The other guest is a doctor from the city hospital, so you can feel completely safe.”

“Okay,” Jiang Ci said, pulling her ID from her phone case.

In less than three minutes, the check-in process was complete.

Jiang Ci took the room key and ID, ready to head upstairs, when sudden shouts of panic came from the lobby sofa.

“Someone’s fainted here!”

“Is there a doctor? Someone’s fainted!”

“Hey, wake up! Wake up!”

Jiang Ci stopped, turned, and looked toward the noise.

A middle-aged woman had collapsed on the sofa, foaming at the mouth, eyes rolling back, limbs rigid, her whole body convulsing.

It was epilepsy.

Jiang Ci dropped her bag, rolled her jacket into a bundle, and ran over. But before she could take two steps, a woman stepped out from the crowd. She moved quickly, held the middle-aged woman’s upper body, gently laid her on her side on the ground, placed a folded piece of clothing under her head, and tilted her head back slightly.

Her technique was very professional.

The middle-aged woman was convulsing and spitting out secretions.

“Everyone, step back,” the woman said.

The crowd immediately moved a few steps away, watching from a distance, afraid to get involved.

After the crowd dispersed, the woman pulled a disposable medical glove from her pocket, tore open the packaging, put it on her right hand, and used her index and middle fingers to gently clear the secretions from the patient’s mouth.

While she was administering first aid, someone nearby whispered, “Why aren’t you pinching her philtrum or doing chest compressions? Just letting her lie there—how is that okay? Are you a doctor? Don’t mess this up.”

“Yeah, what if you get it wrong?”

“Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“This is a human life!”