The Billionaire CEO’s Runaway Cinderella

In a dim room, a manager with an obsequious smile led in a beautiful young woman. “Young Master Xu, I noticed you came alone today, so I found you a new girl. She’s still a virgin, I guarantee she’s clean. How about having her drink and sing with you to help you relax?” The manager continued smiling as he spoke, while signaling to the girl beside him. The girl swayed over. Just as she bent down to sit, Xu Zehao furrowed his brows, parted his thin lips, and uttered one word: “Get out.” Everyone thought the eldest son of the Xu family had no interest in women, until he met Zhou Yi’an and fell completely. He wanted to sleep beside her in life and share a grave in death. She could only ever be his, and his love was obsessive and fiery. At the beginning of the story, he said to her, “If you’re selling yourself, then do it properly. Don’t try to be a whore and set up a chastity monument at the same time.” She cried, “No, that’s not how it happened. It’s not what you think.” As the story went on, he asked with a contemptuous laugh, “If you’re going to sell yourself, why not sell yourself to me?” She said, “Fine. Deal.” There was no love at the start, only hate. He thought it was just a transaction of money and desire, and only at the very end did he understand that love pushed to the extreme becomes hatred. But by then, it was too late. One loved without being loved in return; the other hated her to the core. Was it fate playing cruel tricks, or was love simply written in the stars? Some hatred runs so deep you’d scatter the ashes and never regret it. Some love can’t escape the inescapable net of fate.