"Qingyue, I admit that you are very kind, gentle and beautiful, but these are worthless. What I want is a platform, a way forward, and the peak of my career. You can't give it to me."
"You are too Buddhist and too content with the status quo. We are already on different paths."
Nangong Qingyue looked at the man she had loved for three years, the tenderness in her eyes gradually faded away.
All the faith, all the concessions, all the prospects that were given up in the past turned into a joke in an instant.
"Just because her family is richer than mine? She's more powerful?"
"Yes. People need to be realistic."
Nangong Qingyue sneered: "Okay."
From then on, Nangong Qingyue, the gentle lover, completely died on this night.
The future business giant was born.
Intention: True love is not about trying to survive, but about the interdependence of blessings and misfortunes.