A Gift for the Fallen

[I don't think this story has any major landmines. I've explained all the things that need a warning in the blurb, so please read to the end and see if you're okay with them before continuing. I didn't close the comments because I think this story is embarrassing. It's just that I feel this was the first time in my life I managed to write a fairly complete story, so it means a lot to me. I'm a little sensitive and don't want to see people saying bad things about it. Thank you to everyone who's subscribed and enjoyed it. I'm truly sorry. (Bows.)] [Rebellious young rich heir x gentle, beautiful screenwriter] The Xie family of the imperial capital has been renowned for its good manners for a century. But this generation produced Xie Yu, a little devil who causes trouble wherever he goes. On the day he was supposed to marry the eldest daughter of the Chu family, he boarded his private jet and jetted off abroad for a carefree vacation. He left Chu Jiao alone at the wedding. During the media's live broadcast, she expressionlessly tossed her wedding ring into the trash. At the same time, she ended her ten-year unrequited love for Xie Yu. * The biggest joke Xie Yu had heard at twenty-one was that Chu Jiao liked him. A well-bred socialite like her had no connection whatsoever with a playboy like him. People in their circle must have been so bored they'd make up any kind of gossip. Less than a year later, the Xie and Chu families arranged their engagement. To avoid becoming a resentful couple, Xie Yu ran away from the wedding without a second thought. Back then, Xie Yu was recklessly young and arrogant. He never would have imagined how low he would one day stoop when he came crawling back to Chu Jiao. She wouldn't lower her head or show him an ounce of pity, but he was still happy to take whatever she gave him. * It was pouring that night. Chu Jiao walked out of a bar with another man at her side, chatting happily. The young man stood in the rain without a word, his eyes reddening as he failed to hide his anger and jealousy. And Chu Jiao hadn't looked at him even once. Late that night, Xie Yu was burning with a high fever, but refused to let go of Chu Jiao's hand. His voice hoarse, he said,