Thirty million. Three years. One contract.
He said, “We're just business partners.”
She didn't cry, make a scene, or beg him.
She fulfilled her obligations on schedule and delivered what was due on time.
Then she handed him the divorce papers. “The goods have been delivered. Please inspect them.”
He tore up the papers, his eyes red. “Who said you could leave?”
She turned and walked away.
Three years later, she is a world-renowned painter worth over a hundred million, standing in the center of an art exhibition with a son who looks exactly like him.
He kneels in the rain, and every billboard in the city bears the same message:
“Mr. Fu has gone mad chasing her.”
The more desperate she was at first, the more unhinged he becomes later.
“We're just business partners.”, Fu Sihan
“Exactly. That's why I left.”, Su Ruanruan
“Mom, why is that man kneeling in the rain?”, Xiao Qi
“Don't mind him. He's crazy.”, Su Ruanruan
“...Yes, I'm crazy.”, Fu Sihan
