In a dark alley late at night, I stumbled upon an assassination attempt, and he saved my life on a whim.
He said, “From now on, your life belongs to me.”
Later, he gave me the whole world.
The safest penthouse, the best doctors, the most attentive protection.
He also happened to cut off my roommate, my part-time job, and every connection I had with the outside world.
I demanded to know what gave him the right.
He looked at me calmly. “Your world is too dangerous. I’m just cleaning it up for you.”
That was when I finally understood:
He thought he was my savior.
He didn’t know he was the disaster itself.
The day I left, I said only one thing:
“If you have even a shred of conscience, don’t come looking for me.”
Two years later, in the back row of a graduation exhibition, stood a man in a gray sweater.
He had changed a lot. His suit was no longer immaculate, and his gaze no longer looked down on everyone.
“Su Zhiyun, can I get to know you again?”
“This time, on your terms.”
[Powerful, possessive tycoon × stubborn oil-painting student at an art academy]
