When we broke up, Jiang Chuan spent the whole night smoking outside my apartment building.
I thought someone as blessed as him would know when to give up.
But the next day, as I was leaving, he pulled me into his arms.
“Can we not break up? Yan Yan, I'm begging you.”
After turning him down, I fled the city as if my life depended on it.
Years later, when I was drinking so much at a business reception that I ended up with a bleeding stomach, Jiang Chuan was there too.
He looked at me with cool detachment and sneered.
“Looking to close a deal? Beg me, Lin Yan.”
“Just like I begged you back then.”
