The Mission Is Over. I’m Leaving the Spotlight, So Why Are You Crying?

Xu Zhou spent ten years pampering Shen Qingge until she became a “helpless good-for-nothing” who couldn’t manage on her own.

He made her breakfast, picked out her clothes, and negotiated her multibillion-yuan contracts.

Shen Qingge grew used to Xu Zhou’s devotion and assumed he would never leave her.

So when Xu Zhou handed in his resignation, she sneered. “Go, then. Don’t come back. Without the Shen family, you can’t even afford a meal!”

Xu Zhou offered no explanation. With a black card loaded with a trillion yuan already in hand, he turned and walked into the headquarters of a rival company.

On the first day without Xu Zhou, Shen Qingge’s stomach condition flared up, and no one was there to make her porridge.

On the third day, the group’s stock price plunged, and no one was there to stabilize the market.

On the seventh day, Shen Qingge saw on television

The man she had looked down on was standing center stage at a global financial summit, while even her father had to bow and scrape before him!

“So… it wasn’t that he couldn’t live without me. I can’t live without him.”

Watching the national goddess beside Xu Zhou, a woman gentler, prettier, and richer than she was,

Shen Qingge regretted it so much she wanted to die!