Cast Out, the Rough-Hewn Man’s Eyes Turn Red: I’d Give You My Life

Cen Wanyi had fallen on hard times.

She'd gone from a lofty young lady of a manor to squeezing into a tiny, leaky rental with Lu Xiaoye, a rough man who always smelled of tobacco.

Once, her father had died saving Lu Xiaoye.

Ten-year-old Cen Wanyi had pointed at him, spoiled and cruel. "You owe my dad your life. You have to take care of me forever."

Lu Xiaoye took her at her word. After graduating from junior high, he went to haul bricks at construction sites and carry cargo at the docks, supporting her, his fussy little "burden," with money earned through sweat and blood.

Then Cen Wanyi was adopted by a prominent family. Disgusted by his sweaty stench, she kicked him out of her life.

But when Cen Wanyi lost her footing in the wealthy family's internal power struggles, was bullied by the real heiress, and became a laughingstock across the city,

Lu Xiaoye was the one who drove up in his beat-up truck and carefully lifted her into his arms in front of everyone.

His voice was so hoarse it barely sounded like his own. "Miss, come home with me."

Everyone thought Cen Wanyi's life was over.

But when she returned to the rental, she seemed like a different person. Holding Lu Xiaoye's calloused hand, she ushered in the world-shaking era of Chinese luxury goods.

Those who had once trampled her could only kneel outside the manor gates, begging her to grant them a partnership.

And late at night, in the lavish manor's master bedroom,

Lu Xiaoye pinned her down against the velvet bedding, his eyes bloodshot. His scorching kiss fell beside her ear. "Wanyi, don't go. I'll give you my life. Just keep looking at me."