Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and the sky was overcast.

Lin Qian sat quietly in a secluded corner, so cold that she could no longer feel any warmth.

She hugged her knees tightly, her eyes somewhat vacant, burying her face in them, curling up into a small ball.

Like a quiet sculpture, completely still.

I don't know how long I sat there, until a commotion came from the bar entrance.

Lu Beiting walked out of the bar.

Wearing a well-tailored long black coat, his tall and slender figure was particularly eye-catching. He was talking to Xiao Si with his head turned to the side, his posture nonchalant.

He was holding a light gray scarf in his hand.

That was a scarf that Lin Qian knitted for him herself.

It was a birthday gift that I had stayed up two nights in a row to sew for him, stitch by stitch.

Lin Qian's gaze fell on the man.

She wanted to go over and explain everything. She wanted to ask him why he hadn't told her about his arranged marriage and why he wasn't telling her about his trip to America.

I just stood up.

Then I saw Lu Beiting casually throw the gray scarf into the trash can.

The movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Lin Qian paused, as if she had been nailed to the spot.

He was so cold and indifferent, as if he were looking at something dirty, before getting into his car and leaving.

A short while later, the sanitation worker came over and carried the trash can onto the garbage truck.

Lin Qian stared blankly as the garbage truck slowly disappeared into the snow, the words she had been holding back finally stuck in her throat.

The last taut string in my brain snapped with a "buzz," leaving my heart empty, and I couldn't even feel the dull ache...

The last place they met was in a villa area that Lu Beiting bought next to the school.

This was the last time Lin Qian hugged him.

She wanted to put an end to this relationship, so she put all the expensive gifts, big and small, that Lu Beiting had given her into a cardboard box and returned them to him one by one.

She didn't want to owe him anything.

Jewelry of all sizes, bags worth hundreds of thousands—he just gave them up without keeping a single one for himself.

Lu Beiting pressed down on her waist, his movements more out of control than ever before.

"Lin Qian," he gritted his teeth, his voice as cold as ice, "what the hell do you mean?!"

Lin Qian was pinned down by him, her eyes brimming with tears, but she tried her best to hold them back and not let them fall.

"Lu Beiting, let's break up..."

She said we weren't a good match.

She cried and said, "Lu Beiting, I don't like you anymore, I don't want to continue this relationship..."

She never wanted to like him again.

-

"No wonder you were so upset three years ago, crying in your dorm room the whole time, saying you didn't deserve anyone better."

After hearing this, Qiao Shuang felt a dull ache in her heart and reached out to hug her.

During the period after the breakup, Lin Qian often stared blankly into space in her dormitory, and she couldn't sleep well. She suffered from insomnia to the point that she needed to take melatonin.

She lost her appetite and quickly became thinner, her chin so sharp it was heartbreaking.

She would unconsciously mutter to herself, "Am I not good enough?"

Lin Qian was already very thin, but she became even thinner during that period, as if a gentle breeze could blow her away.

In stark contrast to Lin Qian is Lu Beiting.

Lu Beiting graduated from Imperial University a year early and flew directly to the United States, where he thrived. He carved out a path for himself in the business world and reportedly had several girlfriends. He lived a life of luxury, making others envious and jealous.

It wasn't until three years later that Lu Beiting returned to China. By then, he had become the head of the Bosheng Group, a man standing at the very top of the pyramid.

He was radiant and powerful, becoming an unattainable figure for countless people, and the socialites who pursued him could circle the entire capital.

She was no longer someone she could possibly be close to.

Qiao Shuang hadn't expected Lin Qian to suffer such a great injustice. Such a contrast would break any girl.

Lin Qian lowered her head, with glistening tears clinging to her eyelashes, threatening to fall.

She rubbed her eyes. "I don't know what to do now. Maybe they're right, he and I really shouldn't be together."

If her uncle hadn't gotten into trouble, she would have stayed far away from Lu Beiting, and she would never have even considered getting back together.

She moved closer to him, as if she had made another mistake.

"Alright, shall I call some male models to perform?" Qiao Shuang comforted her. "Gentle, domineering, shy... I'll arrange them all!"

-

Lu Beiting flew back from abroad overnight and went straight to Lu Chong's residence.

His complexion was extremely poor, his eyes were bloodshot, his jawline was taut, and a terrifyingly low pressure enveloped his body.

The black Maybach sped along, heading straight for the detached manor.

The butler at the door tried to stop him: "Young Master, Master..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Beiting had already kicked open the tightly closed door.

"Bang--!!!"

A deafening roar.

A valuable Qing Dynasty white porcelain vase by the door fell to the ground, making a crisp, piercing cracking sound.

Ignoring the mess on the ground, Lu Beiting strode over and grabbed Lu Chong by the collar.

"Where is she? What did you say to her?"

Lu Chong had anticipated this moment and smiled gently: "You're quite well-informed."

Lu Beiting's voice grew even colder, carrying an intense sense of pressure, "I'm asking you, what did you say to her?"

When Assistant Gao went to pick up Lin Qian from the dessert shop, he couldn't find her. After checking the surveillance footage, he saw Lu Chong's car passing by and had the bodyguards forcibly take Lin Qian away.

Such a frail woman was forced to get into the car.

What good could possibly come of it?

Upon seeing the surveillance footage, he felt all the blood rush to his head and rushed back like a madman.

Lu Chong was gripped tightly, unable to even breathe. "Look at yourself now, acting like you're in a fit of rage for a woman? I just told her she wasn't good enough for you, and I found you a new marriage partner. What's wrong with that? I'm doing all this for your own good!"

"For my own good?" Lu Beiting shoved Lu Chong onto the sofa, looking down at him with a mocking tone. "Have you forgotten how you drove my mother insane back then?"

Lu Chong's face instantly darkened. "That's because she's psychologically fragile and unlucky. What does it have to do with me?!"

"Heh..." Lu Beiting suddenly chuckled softly.

He slowly and deliberately straightened his disheveled tie and said:

"No one has the right to interfere in my marriage. Dad, this is the last time I'll call you Dad. Go to a mental hospital in America to be with Mom. Don't ever think about coming back to China, and don't ever try to separate me from my lover again."

Lu Chong's neck turned red. "You dare! I'm your father!"

"I'm sorry, but that's no longer the case."

Lu Beiting waved his hand lightly, and instantly, countless bodyguards rushed over from behind, pressed down on Lu Chong's shoulders, and tied him up tightly with ropes.

"You unfilial son! How dare you treat your father like this!"

Lu Beiting chuckled softly, his eyes filled with indifference and coldness:

"When they forcibly tied my girlfriend up, they probably didn't expect that they themselves would be tied up too, right?"

-

Inside the bar's private room, the music was deafening, and the lighting was dim and hazy.

Lin Qian was a little drunk, but her mind was still clear.

Scenes from three years ago flashed through my mind frame by frame.

Those heart-wrenching, tear-inducing events seem like they happened just yesterday.

A row of male models in front of me is performing a striptease, showing off their toned and sexy abs.

Qiao Shuang watched with great interest, "Hey! If you ask me, girls should make more money. Once they become rich women, they can support a few young gigolos. Wouldn't that be amazing?"

After saying that, she waved her hand dismissively.

The two boys in the front, wearing black tight-fitting shirts, came over and poured drinks for them.

The boy in front of Lin Qian was a gentle senior.

Standing at 1.8 meters tall, with eight-pack abs, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a handsome, refined face, his gentle, smiling eyes give off a warm and welcoming feeling.

He knelt down in front of Lin Qian, a gentle smile in his eyes, "Madam, may I call you 'baby'?"

This was the first time Lin Qian had ever experienced such a special service, and she felt uncomfortable all over, even blushing and not daring to utter a sound.

Just then, her phone rang.

Lin Qian glanced at it; it was Lu Beiting's phone number. She didn't answer.

The phone rang again and again, and the other party was extremely persistent.

Lin Qian picked up her phone, and a tear fell onto the screen.

She simply turned off her phone.

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, the boy next to her poured her a glass of wine, moved closer, and stood even closer to her.

"Honey, please have a drink~"

Suddenly, with a "bang," the door to the private room was pushed open.

Lin Qian subconsciously looked up.

Lu Beiting stood at the door, his hair slightly disheveled, his chest rising and falling slightly.

The man's dark and deep eyes were fixed on her.