Ten years ago, Quan Jiaxin pursued Fang Boyi, the crown prince of the capital’s elite circle, and the whole school laughed at her. He threw away the lovingly prepared lunch she had made for him and fed it to a dog. In the rain, he coldly snapped, “Stop acting like some nouveau riche. Get lost. You’re not good enough!”
Ten years later, she returned as the youngest queen of investment banking and became the chief reviewer of his trillion-yuan acquisition deal.
At the negotiating table, he abandoned all his pride and pleaded with red-rimmed eyes, “Jiaxin, can we start over?”
She heard him, briskly closed her folder, stood up, and looked down at him with a frosty sneer:
“Fang Boyi, my sincerity has expired. No refunds.”
“Now, call me President Quan. And you? See you never, Your Highness!”
