Yun Wanqiao and Yan Feijing had known each other since elementary school. She was like a ray of light illuminating his dark world. But just before he could confess his feelings, she admitted that she had been deceiving him all along. She had gotten close to him and warmed his heart only because she wanted his money.
She left without a word, as if she had never existed in the world at all.
Years later, Yan Feijing unexpectedly learned that she was being forced into marriage, and returned to the country that very night.
That night, his eyes were icy, a barely perceptible trace of intense red at their corners as he held her tightly in his arms.
She didn’t dare move, trembling all over. “Let go of me... I-I’m getting married.”
He brushed the tears from her cheeks, buried his face in her fragrant neck, and greedily breathed in her scent. His voice held a faint, almost imperceptible note of hurt. “Qiaoqiao, marry me. Lie to me if you want. I’m richer than any of them.”
