Lin Wan looked down at him, not a trace of remorse in her eyes.
“Su Chen, we had our fun for three years. Don’t take it so seriously.”
Her voice was soft, as if she were talking about something trivial.
“You’d never earn as much as Young Master Wang in your whole life. This ring... you should keep it. Find someone more suited to you someday.”
Her high heel stepped on the ring, leaving a fine scratch.
She turned and swayed back to the bed.
The door closed behind them.
Su Chen lay in the dark hallway, blood still seeping from the wound on his head and staining the gray concrete floor. He tried to get up, but his body wouldn’t obey.
Three years ago, he had given up an offer from a major tech company and stayed in Qianhai for this girl.
A year ago, when her mother fell ill, he took out a loan from a loan shark.
Last month, she said she wanted a ring.
He believed her.
He’d believed every word.
His vision grew blurrier, and his breathing turned rapid and labored. In a daze, he felt something on his chest growing unbearably hot.
The dragon-patterned jade pendant he had worn since childhood.
Blood ran down from his forehead, slowly seeping into the grooves of the pendant.
The jade, once icy cold, now seemed to be burning, scorching his chest with pain.
