The worst mistake Zhang Shibo ever made was agreeing at his grandfather's bedside to that absurd arranged marriage, promised when they were infants.
Back then, he didn't know he was meant to marry the woman he loved with all his heart.
Four years ago, he was an arrogant young master banished by his family, while she was the company's “fixer,” the one who could do a bit of everything. He disliked her sharp tongue, and she couldn't stand his spoiled rich-kid attitude. But through countless late nights working overtime, rainy afternoons sheltering under the same eaves, and evenings at barbecue stalls in alleyways, they slowly fell for each other.
Just when they thought they could stay together forever, his grandfather became critically ill. He rushed away, leaving only the words, “Wait for me to come back.” She waited seven days, only to receive news that the engagement was off.
Four years later, she was the rising heiress of the Li family, and he was the heir to the Zhang family. They met again at a project presentation. She looked at him like a stranger, not a flicker of emotion in her eyes.
He chased after her like a madman to explain, but she only smiled faintly. “Young Master Zhang, the past is past. Let it go.”
But how could he let her go?
He had searched for her for four years and waited for her for four years.
This time, he wouldn't let her go again.
“Li Yitong, I don't care who you are now. I've chosen you for this lifetime!”
