Five years ago, Song Wanxing fell in love with Lu Jingxing to the point of death, but all she got in exchange was "Song Wanxing, are you worthy?".
She was heartbroken and walked away with the ball.
Five years later, she returned with her cute baby and was already an internationally renowned designer with countless suitors.
As soon as he kicked away the greasy CEO who was pestering him, he was blocked in the corner by Lu Jingxing, a Buddhist man in the Beijing circle who was rumored to be ascetic, noble, and not close to women.
The man's eyes were scarlet and his voice was hoarse: "Xingxing, don't let me go."
Song Wanxing's red lips parted slightly, and she smiled distantly: "Mr. Lu, you were the one who asked me to get out back then."
Behind him, the cute little dumpling poked his head out and said in a milky voice: "Mommy, this little guy is so weird. Why is he kneeling down to talk to us?"
Lu Jingxing looked at the miniature version of himself and his defenses were completely broken.
Later, the entire Beijing circle saw that the aloof heir to the Lu family was willing to kneel in front of Song Wanxing, just to beg her to look back.
"Xingxing, I will give you my life. Come back, okay?"
