Delayed Devotion

The day we broke up, Xi Liancheng said without looking back, “Yu Li, you were never part of my future.” I smiled and swallowed all my tears. Ten years later, he was the real estate tycoon of the capital, and I was the curator he could never win over. He rented out an entire art museum to celebrate my success, then dropped to one knee in front of the city’s elite. “For the past ten years, every plot of land I bought was in a location you would have liked.” I lifted my champagne and slowly poured it over his head. “Mr. Xi, you took ten years just to love me. What makes you think I’d wait?”