Amid the glittering nightlife of Manhattan on Christmas Eve, he pushed open the door and collided with a waitress carrying drinks.
It was the second year after their breakup, and the first time Song Mingyun had seen Yan Liu.
The dim light beside the bar blurred her wavy hair and radiant makeup.
Song Mingyun came from a prestigious family and had been groomed from childhood to fit the mold of an aristocratic elite. Yan Liu was the one exception.
They were classmates in high school.
He had always enjoyed wealth and privilege, with a bright future ahead of him, and was more than a little arrogant. Yan Liu, by contrast, was so poor she struggled to make ends meet, a thoroughly well-behaved girl.
His family would have opposed them. To avoid defying his father, she kept their relationship secret for seven years.
The drinks on her tray spilled onto his suit vest, and she bowed her head to apologize.
Song Mingyun suddenly remembered the bank card he'd given Yan Liu after their breakup, telling her to use it to fund her studies abroad. She had never touched a cent of it.
Yet now, it seemed she still had to struggle to get by. He wondered if she regretted her choices.
Years later, people enviously called the businesswoman who had married into the Song family and risen to prominence
