Zuo Chuyi was born in a tiled house but grew up in a mansion, a country girl who depended entirely on the Min family.
But one day, liquor gave a coward courage.
At her coming-of-age ceremony, Zuo Chuyi straddled Min Yanchong’s waist...
In the dead of night, the man’s back was raked with deep red scratches, yet he stubbornly lifted her chin.
“Do you like me, or are you using me?”
“I’m using you.”
Zuo Chuyi refused to say she liked him.
Later, she refused to date Min Yanchong, too. Whenever he suggested making their relationship public, she shot him down again and again.
But even all that caution couldn’t keep their secret from coming out.
Zuo Chuyi’s mother died, and her father quit his job.
The Min family became a laughingstock throughout Beijing’s elite circles.
A tangle of complicated emotions piled up. In the pouring rain, Zuo Chuyi cruelly asked to break up.
Min Yanchong smoked one cigarette after another, but his voice held no emotion.
“I told you, if you ever said we were over, then we’d be over.”
Zuo Chuyi nodded and left.
She would live an ordinary life, and let him have his glorious years.
When she left, she never expected they would meet again.
But years later, her father’s persistent cough still wouldn’t respond to treatment.
Zuo Chuyi called in every favor she could until she found a miracle doctor. When she opened the door, she was pinned to the hospital bed.
The feelings the man had kept bottled up for more than a decade erupted all at once. He tied her wrists with his necktie and held her fast, their bodies entangled.
“Zuo Chuyi, your life and your fate belong under my control again.”
After their wedding, Zuo Chuyi saw the knife scars on Min Yanchong’s body. Each one was a mark left by the years he’d spent longing for her.
“Agreeing to break up back then was the decision I regret most.”
Proud as a king, he was willing to bow his head for her.
