He is the CEO of the Lu family who turns things around, and she is a debt-ridden woman who serves drinks in the bar to survive.
On the night of their reunion, he held her against the neon lights, his knuckles turned white, and his smile was icy: "Wen Nian, the person who killed my mother back then is now making a living in a place like this?"
Spend a lot of money to buy out all her escape routes.
He locked her in a private apartment, set rules, humiliated her in public, and watched her bow her head and endure - he thought this was blood repayment.
She was raised as a "loser" in a patriarchal family. She was scolded, beaten, and had her blood sucked since she was a child. She has long forgotten how to cry. She would bear whatever he said; he told her to get out, but she didn't dare to leave.
Until that night, he dug out an old diary under her pillow. It was densely packed with words he had said casually.
Confused by the fever, she grabbed his sleeve and shouted - "Brother Shen Yan."
It was never her fault that he rushed to protect his mother on that rainy night fourteen years ago.
It was him who had been trapped by a lie for fourteen years, and personally dragged the only girl who had ever protected him into hell for two years.
That night when the irrefutable evidence was revealed, this man who never bowed his head knelt in the rain with red eyes.
"Nian Nian, I was wrong, come back."
She looked at him, smiled softly, turned around and walked away more simply than anyone else.
——This time, it's him who chases.
As long as the road to pursue his wife is, how much he owes her.
