When I was seven, I gave Mu Anzhi a half-melted milk candy.
From then on, he wouldn't leave me alone.
He said I was his light, and that he would marry no one but me.
I believed him.
Until three days before the wedding, when I found a bank transfer record among my mother's belongings
The money in the hit-and-run driver's account had come from Mu Anzhi's mother.
That woman, jealous that my mother had been loved by her husband all his life, had arranged for her to be killed.
I didn't go to the wedding.
I left just one letter. It said: “I hate you.”
Three years later, I came back.
With every card I needed to destroy the Mu Group.
Mu Anzhi stood outside my office building night after night. He sent flowers and texts, and even got down on his knees.
In front of half the business world, I told him, “Mu Anzhi, you don't deserve me.”
He asked why I hated him.
I said, “Your mother killed mine.”
He froze.
Later, Mu's mother went mad, his father became a monk, and the Mu Group's stock price collapsed.
He stood before me, eyes bloodshot. “You've had your revenge.”
I said, “Your family owed me all of this.”
Then I turned and walked away without looking back.
Until one day, the doorbell rang.
A half-melted milk candy lay on the floor.
At the end of the hallway stood the person I thought I would never see again.
I didn't walk toward him.
But my hands were trembling. Would the melted candy still taste sweet this time?
· Wen Zhiwan: “I loved you, but love can't cancel out hate.”
· Mu Anzhi: “I gave you my life long ago.”
