After We Broke Up, My Ex Became a Trillionaire Tycoon

I was holding my résumé at the matchmaking park, looking for a partner, when a Maybach stopped in front of me. The door opened, and out stepped the broke ex I’d dumped three years ago. He wore a custom suit and held a matchmaking résumé of his own. It read: “Requirements: Song Nian. We must get back together.” Three years ago, Shen Yanzhou was a poor artist who couldn’t even afford rent. I called him a failure, said he couldn’t give me hope, and drove him away with the cruelest words I could find. Because that day, I’d just received my medical report: thyroid cancer. I thought I was going to die and didn’t want to drag him down with me. Three years later, he came back in a Maybach, worth eight billion, having acquired the dating website I’d founded, bought the Japanese restaurant I couldn’t afford back then, and hired a medical team to monitor my health. He said, “You said I was poor. Now I have money. You said I was a failure. Now I’ve made something of myself. Doesn’t that mean you should keep your promise?” I asked how much he’d paid to acquire the website. “Eight hundred million,” he said. “But I don’t care.” This madman spent three years climbing from a rented room to the penthouse, all so he could come back and tell me he was no longer the man I’d pushed away. And the secret I’d kept hidden for three years could finally stay hidden no longer. When I told him the real reason we’d broken up, he asked me with red-rimmed eyes, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” “How could I have told you sooner?” I said. “I didn’t even know where you were.” He held me tightly. “From today on,” he said, “I’m the one you can’t push away.”