In her second year of high school, Ye Xiyu took pity on the transfer student who had nothing but his pride.
Later, when they broke up, her voice was cold.
“Lu Zhi, we’re not from the same world.”
“You can’t give me the life I want.”
The boy’s uniform was washed pale, and his eyes were as dark as a dry well.
Five years later, Ye Xiyu finally learned the truth: the person she had fed back then was a poisonous snake that never forgot a grudge.
On Lu Zhi’s first day as the company’s newly appointed CEO, he transferred her to his side.
At a senior management meeting, his gaze lingered on her resume.
“Ye Xiyu,” he said, looking up. His eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were chillingly indifferent. “I hear your sister’s company has been having cash-flow problems lately.”
“How about we make a deal?”
“You stay with me for three years, and I’ll help you.”
“Fair enough, right?”
After a night together, she planned to leave. Lu Zhi stopped her in an empty parking garage.
“Do you know how I spent those five years?” He loosened his tie, revealing an old bite mark below his collarbone.
It was the mark she had left on him the night before.
He leaned close, his breath brushing her ear.
“Now you’re in my hands.”
“This time…”
“Who’s the one who can’t give the other the life they want?”
“You said I couldn’t give you the life you wanted.”
“So I spent five years learning how.”
“You said we weren’t from the same world.”
“So I bought both worlds and merged them.”
