He has pretended to be a prodigal all his life and has only deceived one person.
The whole school knows Qi Ye. The family is a real estate tycoon, and his girlfriend changes faster than his jersey. Fighting, smoking, drinking, everything.
He started hanging out from the day he went to school. No one cares anyway.
On the night of her freshman year in high school, Ci'an was forced by her adoptive father to go to the bar to give away money. She stood by the booth holding the crumpled banknotes and saw Qi Ye drinking with the woman in his arms.
Then her adoptive father came, holding a wine bottle and pulling her hair.
The wine bottle did not fall. A young man rushed out from nowhere. When he blocked his arm, broken glass pierced his forearm and blood flowed down his wrist. He protected her behind him, his eyes were red: "Try touching her again."
Later, she found out that the man's name was Qi Ye.
That night, she noticed him for the first time, but it was not his first time.
Qi Ye has noticed her since junior high school. Although he has constant girlfriends around him, he always has a different feeling towards Cian.
Later, he started chasing her but was terribly stupid - he spent huge sums of money to bribe the principal just to get a smile from Pomeranian. When the wind was strong, he stood upwind of her and smoked, fearing that the smoke would choke her. On the day of his confession on the rooftop, he said: "I smoke, fight, and change my girlfriend as quickly as I change my jersey. Are you afraid?"
She wasn't afraid.
He held her hand and said, "Ci'an, please promise me."
"Promise what?"
"Be my girlfriend."
She nodded.
That was the best period of her life. Until her adoptive father owed loan sharks and wanted to drag her to hell with him, and even wanted to implicate Qi Ye.
She stood in front of him and swallowed back all her tears: "Qi Ye, let's break up. My family is far worse than you imagine."
"I don't care."
"I care."
She turned and left.
Seven years later.
She is the coldest data analyst at the institute. Deep in the closet is a No. 7 Jersey—the one he wrapped around her back then.
He is Party A's new project leader. The scar on his wrist is still there, and there is no one else around him.
Later he quit smoking, drinking, and all the bad things. I searched for seven years. The prodigal son pretends to be real, but his love is deeply rooted.
He pressed her against the entrance hall, his breath falling behind her ear, making her tremble.
His fingers hooked a strand of her hair, and gently circled it like he had wanted to but didn't dare to hook it many years ago.
"Can you hold it now?"
She said nothing. He lowered his head and brushed his lips against her earlobe. He didn't kiss her, just pressed against her earlobe, and his breath was hot. His hand slipped in from her waist, and his fingertips touched her ribs - the place where they were broken. He stopped and covered it with his palm. He didn't move, just covering it.
"Does it still hurt?"
She shook her head, tears falling on the back of his hand.
"Then I will cover it for you," he lowered his voice, "I will cover it for you from now on."
"He has pretended to be a prodigal all his life, and he has only deceived one person - himself."
Both men and women are clean and can enter.
Purpose: Because the prey is too wild, you have to get it into your arms first.
