When Lin Xiwan was thirteen, her maternal grandmother sent her to live with the Song family in Haicheng.
That was also the year she fell in love at first sight with Song Qingshu, the eldest grandson of the Song family.
She secretly loved the dazzling Song family's eldest son for six years, keeping her admiration hidden deep in her heart.
After all, Song Qingshu already had a childhood sweetheart who was his fiancee.
On the day after her college entrance exams, Lin Xiwan was about to move out of the Song home, so she went to say her final goodbye to Song Qingshu.
But that night, someone drugged him, and through a twist of fate, he mistook her for his fiancee.
After one reckless night,
the Song family threw her out in the most humiliating way possible.
Three years later, she saw Song Qingshu again.
By then, she was an unknown manager at a luxury apartment building, while he was Mr. Song, a celebrated business tycoon adored by all.
He moved into the building she managed.
Song Qingshu, heir apparent to Haicheng's top luxury family, the Song family, has an astonishingly handsome face and a top-tier physique.
He earned his PhD from Yale at twenty-one.
At twenty-two, he took over the family business, fought the old guard, swallowed up rival companies, and expanded aggressively.
At twenty-four, he firmly held the top position at Song Group. He wielded immense power, and no one dared cross him.
A cocky, arrogant young master born into the highest echelons of wealth, he looked down on everyone and never believed he could one day fall into the "stupid" trap of love.
After reuniting with Lin Xiwan, he gave the woman in uniform a cold once-over.
She was gentle and quiet, and addressed him with impeccable manners: "Mr. Song."
The once-clear eyes he remembered were now veiled in mist.
At first, he asked her mockingly, "How much are you after this time? Five million? Or should I double it?"
Later, he gripped her chin. "Lin Xiwan, I'm fucking worth less than a dog by your side. When a dog licks you, you toss it a couple of bones. I lick you, and even a dead fish can put on a better show than you. Could you at least react a little?"
The woman looked at him blankly, unmoved.
As if he were a stranger.
"Fuck."
He punched the tiled wall. The tiles shattered, and blood ran down his hand.
The young heir, who had always been able to bend the world to his will, felt a profound sense of defeat for the first time in his life.
He didn't know that, three years earlier, she'd been locked in a windowless basement, facing endless darkness and fear, helpless and alone.
While she was there, she called his name countless times.
No one came to save her.
A violent storm, a shattered butterfly.
[Reader's Guide]
1. Wild-tongued and ruthless x gentle butterfly.
2. Both leads are virgins.
3. Groveling pursuit of the wife.
Theme: Treasure the present.
