The night her father went bankrupt and jumped to his death, Su Qinghe clutched the last hundred yuan the family had and called Gu Xizhou.
He had once tutored her at home, and for three years, during her first flush of love, she had called him “Brother Xizhou.”
All she heard through the receiver was his assistant’s icy voice: “President Gu says he warned Mr. Su not to get too greedy.”
Seven years later, she returned with a brand-new identity and a high-profile engagement.
At an international auction, she smiled sweetly at the priceless item he was bidding on, then turned to her fiancé and said softly, “This ring is even uglier than the one I lost back then.”
Gu Xizhou finally cornered her in the hallway, a storm raging in his eyes unlike anything she’d ever seen. “Su Qinghe, who taught you to come back like this?”
She swirled her glass, her gaze distant, as if he were a stranger. “Mr. Gu, do we know each other?”
Then, after her engagement was announced, he lost control and broke into her apartment late at night.
In the dark room, his voice was hoarse and broken. “When you called me back then… was it really just for money?”
Bathed in moonlight, she dropped every pretense and smiled, dazzling and cruel:
“What else? Did you expect me to call so I could hear you say, ‘My condolences’?”
**
[He was once the only light in her bleak youth, but later became the one who pushed her into the abyss.]
[When a hunter falls in love with his prey, this game played in the name of revenge has long since blurred the line between who fell first.]
