For love of Lu Cheng, Xu Zhi gave up her dignity and self-respect, becoming a laughingstock in everyone’s eyes.
Just when she was finally about to marry him, he ran off with the woman he’d always loved and left her at the altar.
She quit her job and broke up with him. The sad part was that no one believed Xu Zhi truly wanted to leave.
Lu Cheng waited three months, only to see Xu Zhi laughing and chatting beside the capital’s most powerful young heir.
One rainy night, Lu Cheng knelt outside Xu Zhi’s home. A luxury car pulled up, and the heir escorted Xu Zhi out. Her gaze was ice-cold.
Lu Cheng grabbed her hand, his eyes reddening. “Zhi Zhi, I was wrong. Please come home with me.”
The heir kicked him away. “Love that comes too late is worth less than grass. You think you can compete with me?”
