After the Breakup, My Ex-Girlfriend's Good Fortune Shifted to Me

"Jiang Fan, let's break up." Lin Qingxue's voice, like her personality, was cold, proud, and carried an undeniable resolve. In the coffee shop, the afternoon sun gently shone on her delicate profile from the window, her long eyelashes casting a soft shadow. She was like a meticulously sculpted white jade Guanyin, perfect, yet devoid of warmth. "Why?" Jiang Fan's voice was somewhat dry, even though he had already anticipated this outcome. "There's no why." Lin Qingxue didn't even look at him, her gaze fixed on the endless stream of luxury cars outside the window, her tone flat.