Chen Man took a bullet for Si Chen. The moment it pierced her right arm, she was still thinking of him.
But he asked her to take the fall for him.
“You owe my dad your life,” he said.
She agreed. Eight years of her youth, one bullet, and a police uniform: she had paid her debt.
The day she left, he didn’t even look up. He was busy replying to Bai Feifei.
Later, Chen Man put on a suit and became the youngest director at the Chen Group. The man by her side was Xiao Bo, every girl in the city’s dream man. He brought her hot soup when she worked late, took every problem off her hands when she frowned, and told her, “You don’t owe anyone anything. You only need to be yourself.”
After she left, Si Chen went mad.
He wrecked his engagement banquet and knelt before her, eyes bloodshot. “Chen Man, I was wrong. Please come back.”
Chen Man looked down at him and smiled.
“Si Chen, I’ve repaid the debt for your father’s life. But what you owe me…”
She turned and took Xiao Bo’s arm.
“You can spend the rest of your life paying it back.”
