My name is Jiang Ying, and I'm a designer. A new intern named Jiang Mu joined the company. After I found out his sexual orientation and learned that he wasn't from here, we somehow ended up living together. Before long, I fell in love with him... After he moved in, I cooked for him, washed his clothes, and did whatever he wanted... But then he had to go away on a business trip for a month. I said goodbye to him, only to learn from the news that he was the next heir to the Jiang family. He was going home to marry the daughter of the Wu family. When I heard the news, I thought back on all the moments we'd shared. What the hell had any of it meant? I wanted to call and demand to know why he'd lied to me, but I could never get through. I desperately tried to find out what was happening with him. He came back from his trip, but then he told me he wanted to break up. I couldn't believe it, but I agreed anyway. I asked him why. He said, "You can't give me money, and next year I have to marry her and inherit the family fortune." He left me and disappeared from my life forever. Before long, something went wrong with my mental health. The therapist said there was an empty space inside me. What was missing? It had to be him! I couldn't bring myself to accept reality. I wanted him to spend my birthday with me one more time, and he agreed! I was so happy. At least I would get to see him. But on my birthday, he said he was getting married and couldn't come celebrate with me. He promised to make it up to me next time. But he didn't know there wouldn't be a next time. The wedding bells began to ring. I took all the sleeping pills the doctor had given me, went to the roof of the thirteenth floor, and fell backward. I was wearing a white suit and holding a beautiful bouquet of Chinese milk vetch. As I fell, I kept my eyes fixed on the wedding hall. The Chinese milk vetch fell to the ground with me, as blood pooled across the floor. I was in agony. The sound of the wedding bells rang in my ears again, followed by a ringing that drowned everything out. My final hope was gone!
Even as I died, I never found out whether he loved me.
A scheming liar of a top x a bottom with an overactive inner monologue
Jiang Mu x Jiang Ying
Theme: Love is heartless
