“Wanxing, I'm pregnant. The baby's Jingxing's.”
That betrayal two years ago taught the genius Lin Wanxing three things:
To numb her pain with code, fight insomnia with alcohol, and outrun heartbreak with speed.
Until she met Lu Chenzhou.
This man had seen her at her most wretched:
Still coding at three in the morning, curled up at her desk with stomach pain, drifting through a deadly turn on the racetrack with an expressionless face.
All he did was hand her warm water. “Drink slowly. It's hot.”
When investors closed in on her, he quietly prepared a way out.
On another sleepless night, he sent her a message:
“I'm awake too. Want to listen to the rain?”
But Gu Chen gave her no chance to catch her breath.
An MIT genius and the heir to a financial empire, he delivered his ultimatum in the gentlest voice:
“Three months. Either accept my investment and let me pursue you, or watch your team go bankrupt.”
On the day she had to choose, Lu Chenzhou rushed back from the set, his eyes bloodshot:
“Lin Wanxing, are you choosing him or me?”
She looked at the crumpled medical report in his hand and suddenly smiled.
“Mr. Lu, you were hospitalized for three days with gastric bleeding...”
“Was that all just to ask me this?”
