Xiao Yuer, Don’t Cry

“His name is Xiao Yuer, the most ruthless young master in the capital’s elite circle. Only she knows that this name is his weakness.”

Mu Wanqing will never forget that rainy night:

Zhang Xiaoyu, the young master of the capital’s elite circle, tore up their marriage contract in front of everyone at their engagement party, called her “an opportunist climbing her way into a wealthy family,” and personally sent her abroad.

Five years later, she returned in glory as an internationally acclaimed designer, becoming the business partner he could never win over.

He was still the decisive business magnate who struck without mercy, yet time and again, he let her see him at his most vulnerable:

He waited outside her apartment at three in the morning to bring her medicine, spent a fortune of a billion at a banquet in a fit of rage on her behalf, and even kept a cheap keychain she had casually given him, treasuring it for five whole years.

But just as she finally began to soften, she discovered that the humiliation she suffered back then had been part of a deadly gamble with her life at stake.

The man called “Xiao Yuer” had never betrayed her. He had simply taken the fatal blow for her in the clumsiest way possible.

“Zhang Xiaoyu, your love is too heavy. I can’t bear it.”

“Then don’t bear it,” he said, his eyes red, humbler than she had ever seen him. “Just let me pursue you.”