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

All sound in the private room came to an abrupt halt.

Everyone present froze in place; the air seemed to freeze.

Lu Beiting stood there, his gaze passing over the shimmering light in the room and settling heavily on Lin Qian's face.

Her eyes were red and glistening with tears, and her face showed signs of tears.

"Lin Qian, I'm here."

He will stand up for her.

Lin Qian looked away, lowered her eyes and didn't speak, then took another small sip of wine.

Lu Beiting strode over, his leather shoes lightly tapping the ground, the sound so clear it seemed to strike the heart.

He grasped her slender wrist with a light touch, yet it was enough to prevent her from breaking free.

"Baby, come home with me."

After speaking, he lowered his eyes and gave a sharp glance to the boy kneeling on the ground serving him. His gaze was like an icy blade, leaving a chilling silence wherever it passed.

There were also several male models dancing with their abs showing.

A group of male models felt a chill run down their spines and trembled under his gaze.

They looked at each other, both feeling the immense pressure and extraordinary status of the man before them; he might actually be the husband catching them cheating.

So they all withdrew.

"Damn scumbag!"

Qiao Shuang, completely drunk and fearless, staggered over and launched a close-range attack:

"Get off me! Get off me! You scum, what right do you have to touch my Qianqian?!"

She frantically slapped the hand that Lu Beiting was holding Lin Qian's.

Lin Qian was terrified. "Qiao Shuang, wake up!"

"Wake up... How can I wake up? This scumbag dumped you, and now he wants to take you away? Dream on!"

Qiao Shuang was clearly really angry.

Lu Beiting glanced at her, his face grim. "I...did I cheat on her?"

Qiao Shuang glared at him fiercely: "You've already gotten yourself into a messy marriage with someone else, and now you're running off to America. Have you even thought about what will happen to Qianqian? You're going to abandon her all alone? Heh, I'll stab you to death!"

Lin Qian stopped her worriedly, "You've had too much to drink. How about I have someone take you home?"

"No, no! Qianqian, don't be afraid, don't back down. I'm strong, I'll help you kill him—"

Qiao Shuang was eventually escorted home safely by her bodyguards.

Lin Qian was shoved into a Maybach by Lu Beiting, and they drove towards the villa area.

The car door closed, completely shutting out the neon lights and noise.

The car was completely silent; you could hear each other's suppressed breathing.

Lu Beiting pulled her into his arms, his arms encircling her waist, his hot breath brushing against her neck, and asked:

"Was the reason for the breakup back then really as she said?"

Lin Qian's eyes reddened, and her vision gradually blurred.

She couldn't quite describe her current emotions; on one hand, she wanted to stay far away from him and break up with him, but on the other hand, she couldn't help but want to get closer to him and depend on him.

She was conflicted and very sad.

"Baby." Lu Beiting's lips pressed against the skin of her shoulder and neck, coaxing her softly, as if comforting a wounded little animal.

"Please tell me the truth, okay?"

Three years.

He still remembers clearly the broken look in Lin Qian's eyes on the night of their breakup.

These words were like an outlet for her emotions; Lin Qian finally had the chance to say what she had kept bottled up inside for years in front of him.

"Back then, you had a marriage prospect, and everyone in the school was talking about it."

Lu Beiting: "I did not agree to the marriage alliance."

Lin Qian choked back tears: "But I also heard it..."

"What did you hear?"

"That night at the bar... I heard you say that you weren't planning to get married and that you were going to America after the New Year... As your girlfriend, you never told me any of these things, you kept them all from me, you never considered my feelings, you never thought about our future, right?"

Lu Beiting: "Why didn't you ask me about these things back then?"

"I came here to ask you, but that night, I saw you throw away the scarf I gave you."

Lin Qian suddenly punched Lu Beiting's chest hard, hitting him again and again, as if venting her emotions.

Her eyes grew redder and redder, her voice trembling: "I knitted that stitch by stitch, it was my birthday present to you, why did you throw it away, why...why did you throw it away..."

Why did you have to crush her last bit of hope with that cold look?

Tears finally welled up uncontrollably, and Lin Qian lowered her head, as if she had used up all her strength.

She felt sorry for herself.

She doesn't know how she got through those chaotic days after the breakup. Then her uncle's company went bankrupt, leaving the whole family with a huge debt. She almost became depressed.

Fortunately, with the guidance of a psychologist, she gradually managed to climb out of the mire.

She never dared to speak about this past period. Her therapist advised her not to dwell on those things and to move on.

She kept it a secret from everyone, deceiving herself and pretending nothing had happened, pretending not to care.

Actually, she cared about it terribly...

The car was parked in the underground garage of Xifu Courtyard.

Lu Beiting's jawline was taut, his lips pressed into a straight line. Without a word, he carried her out of the car and strode towards the elevator.

His steps were quick and hurried.

Pushing open the bedroom door, he took a gray scarf from the walk-in closet and wrapped it around Lin Qian's neck.

"Is this the one?"

A warm touch landed on my cold neck.

Lin Qian subconsciously touched the scarf; it was soft and comfortable, and the letters "LQ" were sewn into the end with gold thread.

Those are the initials of her name.

It was the scarf she gave away back then.

Lin Qian was completely stunned, and felt even more like crying. "But I clearly saw you throw it away with my own eyes, I saw it..."

Lu Beiting leaned down and forcefully pressed her onto the soft bed, pinning her down, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Other girls deliberately made me the exact same scarf, and right there in front of everyone, they asked for my phone number and even shoved the scarf into my hand. Do you think I should throw it away? Huh?"

Lu Beiting lowered his head and gently kissed away her tears.

"I didn't wear it on the back because I was afraid people would misunderstand and think I accepted her gifts, which would lead to all sorts of messy rumors. Wouldn't that make you sad?"

"I went to the United States because my mother was receiving psychiatric treatment there. She went insane because of my father, and I thought about spending the last six months of her lucidity with her. At that time, I was thinking of being in a long-distance relationship for a while before coming back to be with you."

Lu Beiting's forehead pressed against hers, their breaths mingling, each word clear and burning:

"Lin Qian, I never intended to abandon you, because I have always loved you in my heart."