1
While hanging out with a group of friends in a private room, Qu Xin finished a whole bottle of beer. In a tipsy fit, she climbed onto the liquor counter and declared possessively, "Shen Zhan is mine. None of you can make me stop liking him!"
In the pitch-dark room, Shen Zhan sat in the middle of the sofa, idly turning a motorcycle key between his fingers. He glanced coolly at Qu Xin, who wasn't even drunk, and ignored her confession.
2
One night, as wind-driven rain poured down, it streaked across Qu Xin's cheeks beneath a streetlamp. Her eyes were red.
Qu Xin stood in the rain, shivering. "Why can't you give me just one chance, Shen Zhan?"
Shen Zhan's low, cold voice carried clearly through the rain. "I'm not interested in dating you."
3
Years later, everyone in the capital was saying that Shen Zhan, heir to the Shen family, kept a delicate "butterfly."
Those who had never seen the "butterfly" spread rumors that the new powerhouse of the capital's elite had rejected an alliance with the Lin family for the sake of his privately kept "butterfly." Those who had seen her all knew that she was once the proudest young lady among the heirs of the capital's most powerful families.
One day, at a banquet, someone sneered at the "butterfly" kept by the Shen family bigwig. "Shen Zhan is the head of the Shen family. Qu Xin is nothing but a sparrow from a fallen family. A bird is just a worthless plaything for him to amuse himself with for a while."
By the next day, that person's family business had plummeted. Its downfall was utterly ruinous.
From then on, no one dared say a bad word about the "butterfly" kept by this capital bigwig of the Shen family.
4
At dawn on the day she left Shen Zhan, Qu Xin had thought she would never see him again, and that she would never again be the proud rose of the capital.
"Shen Zhan, please let me go, okay?" Qu Xin said to the man kissing her, her hair spread across the bed and damp with sweat. He was still wearing his suit.
This was the ninety-ninth time Qu Xin had asked him.
The heat of his kiss still lingered along her ear. Shen Zhan's dark eyes shifted toward her as he heard her words. His fingertips gently pinched her chin, his gaze deep and tender.
His voice was hoarse and restrained. "All right... I'll let you go this time."
His words ended there.
"As long as you carry my child, I'll let you go."
Once a butterfly belongs to someone, she no longer has freedom.
He doesn't remember her as the butterfly everyone talks about. He only remembers that she was once the rose who tempted him most.
The gifted racer who starts out as the darling of the heavens and later becomes a capital bigwig who rules the scene X the young lady who dares to love and hate, later a butterfly in a gilded cage
Message: Face life's and love's tides bravely
