A pampered young lady from a wealthy family is reborn, choosing a rich wife over a rich man.

After returning to China, Zhou Yu first settled his parents in, and then immediately went to find Meng Zhixue.

Although he was still a little resentful after not seeing her for a month or two, he really missed her.

But suddenly, he couldn't find her.

Whether it was the large apartment where they initially lived together, or the small apartment he later bought under the guise of renting, which he used as her secret base, she was nowhere to be found.

He returned to the large apartment.

The large apartment was empty, with a thin layer of dust on the furniture and even the floor.

Everywhere you look, you see the desolation of "the place is deserted and empty".

It shouldn't have come to this.

He used to live here alone, and a cleaning lady was always arranged to come and clean regularly.

The cleaning lady will choose her own time to come to his home, based on his living habits, so as not to disturb his life.

Every time he returned to his large apartment, the house was bright and clean.

Sometimes when he's at home and a cleaning lady comes to work, he doesn't mind and doesn't feel it's too much of a disturbance.

If we run into each other, we run into each other; it won't cause any trouble.

But things changed after he started living with "Meng Zhixue".

He simply left the task of contacting the cleaning lady to her, asking her to arrange a suitable time for her to come and clean.

He has a cool and refined personality, but he has to admit that he is somewhat driven by desires.

He had no romantic experience in the previous 20 years, but since he got together with "Meng Zhixue", it was as if he had opened the door to a new world.

Like a floodgate being opened, the torrents flow endlessly.

He wanted to be with her every moment.

Every smile and frown of hers was incredibly cute and interesting to him.

The more he saw her, the more his heart ached, and he wanted to hold her in his arms.

He had secretly calculated that if he spent no more than five minutes with her, he would be unable to resist wanting her...

Even this was the result of his conscious restraint.

This makes it very inconvenient if there are outsiders at home.

You see, when people are in the mood, they don't consider whether they actually need to go to the bedroom.

Living room sofa.

Kitchen island.

Balcony swing...

Every corner has its own unique charm.

When he was with her, his primal animal instincts were awakened, and his sense of propriety and shame as a human being seemed utterly vulnerable.

He had many thoughts in his mind, each one filthy and disgusting.

He didn't even dare tell her, afraid of scaring her.

I only dared to guide her slowly, to experiment gradually, and to entice her to do all sorts of unconventional things while she was still naive...

If you have to worry about being disturbed by outsiders when you're making out at home, then it's not very enjoyable.

Later, he entrusted her with household chores and asked her to contact a regular cleaning lady, which she did very well.

But now that she's gone, no one is contacting the cleaning lady anymore, and besides the emptiness, there's a sense of desolation and loneliness here.

How long did she walk?

Why is there so much dust in my house?

I called, but no one answered.

I sent a message, but no one replied.

When he arrived at the small apartment with a heavy heart and clinging to his last glimmer of hope, he opened the door and was greeted by a pungent smell of dust that had been accumulating for too long.

His anxiety finally turned into a cruel reality.

he looks like……

Abandoned?

When he took out his phone again and looked back at their previous chat history, his heart ached with a dull pain.

During the two weeks he was abroad, she would text him every day or two, asking if he wanted to come home for dinner and sharing snippets of her daily life with him.

At that time, he was extremely busy and frustrated, and because he was also holding a grudge, he hoped that she could coax him more, so he refrained from replying to her messages.

He felt that if she took the initiative more, she would care more about him.

He wanted her to be more proactive, so that he wouldn't be the only one feeling anxious and uncertain.

Later, perhaps sensing his indifference, she started texting him less and less frequently.

After that, he would send her messages, but she wouldn't reply.

At the time, he thought that perhaps she had finally lost her temper and dared to be cold to him. He even thought in his heart that this was a sign of her growing closer to him, a positive change...

How many subordinates dare to lash out at their immediate supervisor or resort to passive-aggressive tactics?

Isn't it a sign that she's close to him that she's willing to reach out her claws to him and dare to give him attitude?

He felt a mix of pride and joy, thinking that she had finally come to her senses...

After successfully rescuing his parents, he finally had the leisure and inclination to think about her. He personally selected many gifts to give to her after returning to China, so that the two could have a proper talk.

But little did he know, all his assumptions were wishful thinking.

She didn't become closer to him as he had expected.

She didn't want him anymore.

After he became cold and distant in a fit of pique, she discarded him as if he were a rag.

Without any regrets.

Only then did he realize that she truly had no feelings for him, not even a little bit.

And only now have I truly understood something...

When the person he likes only cares about basic sustenance and a stable life, and has little material desire, even if he is incredibly wealthy, he will find it difficult to keep her.

Because she has too many choices.

It's not that I can't live without him.

It's him; he can't live without her.

Fortunately, money and power are still very useful.

He ordered people to find her whereabouts, and even though she changed her phone number and all her contact information, he still found her quickly.

She got together with a man named Ying Shunian.

When he went to find her according to the address, he happened to see her and that poor young man returning from the market, looking like a sweet young couple.

Seeing the radiant smile on her face, the tenderness and dependence in her eyes as she looked at the man, and even at his request, she took the initiative to kiss him on the cheek.

She didn't see him, but the poor boy did.

The poor boy gave her a wary and indifferent look, told her to go upstairs and rest first, and then walked up to her.

The poor young man said to him, "Mr. Zhou, can we talk?"

Zhou Yu was so angry he laughed.

He stared intently at the poor young man, gave a soft scoff, and retorted, "Do you think you're qualified to talk to me?"

Faced with his assertiveness, the poor young man showed no fear, and smiled gently: "To you, I am just a nobody now, as insignificant as dust."

"But since President Zhou has come all this way, he must be trying to win Xuexue back. He can't possibly disregard her feelings, right?"

"You...you wouldn't want her to hate you, would you?"

That one sentence stopped Zhou Yu's emotions from about to explode.

He looked coldly at the poor boy in front of him and said with a sneer, "Fine, let's talk."