When Pei Yanche and I broke up, things got ugly.
He smashed the ring we'd made together and, red-eyed, threatened that if I left, I could never come back.
But in the end, he knelt before me, clutching my hand as his voice trembled. "Zhouzhou, don't break up with me. If you think there's something wrong with me, I'll change. Please, don't break up with me. As long as you stay by my side, I don't mind if you like someone else. Just don't leave..."
Later, he even slit his wrists, but I still didn't look back.
Years later, blackmail scandals plagued me in the entertainment industry, and I was on the verge of being blacklisted. With no other choice, I went to ask the executive president of Tianyu Group for help.
That man was Pei Yanche.
At the drinking table, he tilted his head slightly and swirled the expensive liquor in his hand. The dark red light fell across his stern features. "When you ask someone for help, you should know how to act. Does Miss Zhou really not understand something so simple?"
