After a scumbag left Lu Qi devastated, she spotted a car like her ex-boyfriend’s and threw herself against it, desperate to vent her misery.
She thought she’d be thrown out, but the powerful, cold, and ascetic man inside the car bent down and gathered her into his arms.
Lu Zhiyuan, head of the Lu conglomerate, kept women at a distance and was ruthless in his methods, yet for her alone, he made every exception.
He was as cold as an iceberg around everyone else, but impossibly gentle with her, doting on her as if she were a three-year-old.
He fed her, held her while she slept, wiped her tears, and even dressed her with his own hands. He couldn’t bear to let her suffer the slightest grievance.
She was afraid of the dark, so he held her all night, patting her back and soothing her to sleep.
When someone bullied her, he was the first to shield her. Anyone who dared touch her would be dealt with mercilessly.
The moment she shed a tear, he panicked and softly coaxed her until she showed him her two rows of pearly teeth.
Everyone said President Lu had a heart of iron. Only Lu Qi knew he gave all his tenderness to her.
He gazed at her with affection that filled his eyes.
“Qiqi, you don’t have to learn to be sensible or force yourself to be strong. Just be as sweet and clingy as you like. Remember, you’re not the same Lu Qi you used to be.”
From the day she met him, she was no longer a pitiful girl with no one to love her.
He was her strength, her refuge, her whole world, and the one who would spoil her to the heavens.
