When we met again three years later, I threw all the 'breakup money' his mother had given me back in his face with interest.
Everyone said that the stupidest thing Chu Xue did was falling in love with Chi Yu.
Even more stupidly, after his mother forced her father to death, she secretly gave birth to his child.
On the night of the Paris auction, she, who has become a cutting-edge composer, performed a stunning song.
Under the spotlight, the man who was rumored to have controlled half of Europe's capital slowly stood up.
He played a cell phone recording in front of everyone——
Three years ago, outside the delivery room of the hospital, she held her premature daughter in her arms, choked with sobs and begged the doctor:
"Don't tell him, just say the child is gone."
There was dead silence.
Chi Yu walked up to her, took off the family emblem that he never left behind, and broke it in public.
The fragment cut into his palm, and blood dripped on her pure white dress, as enchanting as a flower.
"Chu Xue," his voice was hoarse, "you sentenced me to death for three years——"
"Now, it's my turn to appeal."
That night, global financial headlines exploded:
"Chinese tycoon Chi Yu announced that he would give up the inheritance rights of hundreds of billions, and the reason is a mystery"
The accompanying picture is a screenshot of the auction house's surveillance——
He knelt down on one knee and put on her old dancing shoes that he had thrown away three years ago.
Outside the window, the neon lights across Paris spelled out a line of Chinese:
"I crushed everything and came back just to rewrite your music."
Intention: intention:
The day money marks the price of love, life becomes the blade of anti-quantification. What we sink into is not the river, but the deep sea of dignity that lasts for all those who have been clearly marked with a price - to judge an era that uses checks to measure sincerity.