Three years ago, Su Yue was the tender rose at the heart of Lu Jingxuan's world. But he broke her with his own hands and cast her into the abyss.
Everyone said Lu Jingxuan hated Su Yue and wished she would die in a foreign land.
Only Lu Jingxuan knew that for the past three years, he had been a walking corpse, searching the world for the girl he had lost.
Three years later, Su Yue returned.
She was no longer the little girl who could only cry, "Brother Jingxuan." Now she was the dazzling designer known as "Y."
A man stood at her side: Fu Hanchuan.
The notorious heir to the Fu family, known for his volatile temper and ruthless methods, was kneeling on one knee to fasten the strap of her high heel himself, gazing at her with the devotion of a true believer.
"Su Yue, come home with me." Fu Hanchuan declared his claim on her in front of everyone, throwing a challenging look at Lu Jingxuan, whose face had turned ashen.
Lu Jingxuan clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot and his voice trembling. "Yueyue, come home with me... I was wrong these past three years."
Su Yue looked at the man she had once loved deeply, but her eyes were utterly calm.
She linked her arm through Fu Hanchuan's and smiled, radiant yet distant. "Mr. Lu, please show some respect. My husband is waiting for me."
Fu Hanchuan slipped an arm around her waist and drew her protectively into his embrace. He gave Lu Jingxuan a wicked smile. "Mr. Lu, you're too late. This rose now bears the Fu name."
