
When An Ning met Lu Xiyan again after four years, she was wearing the cheapest clothes from a wholesale market, had just been slapped, and was squatting at his feet picking up hospital payment slips.
He, on the other hand, was noble, aloof, and unobtainable, on the verge of getting engaged. He was no longer the young motorcyclist who only had eyes for her, but a powerful business magnate dominating the capital's elite circles.
And she was just a divorced woman. The two seemed to have returned to their starting point six years ago: one a favored son of heaven, the other a poor girl.
That day, the club lights were dim. She deliberately ordered a male model, sat on his lap, pouring drinks and teasing him. Just as her hand deliberately unbuttoned the male model's shirt, she was yanked up.
Turning around, she saw Lu Xiyan, dressed in a suit, with bloodshot eyes. His voice was scornful, "An Ning, do you have no shame?" An Ning, with red eyes, asked, "Lu Xiyan, do you still want me?"
Lu Xiyan's expression was indifferent, like an arrogant, self-important deity, "What makes you think I, Lu Xiyan, would want a woman who's divorced from another man and has a child as a burden?"
...Later, she decided to leave, once again exiting his world. But one dim evening, Lu Xiyan frantically pinned her to the sofa and kissed her fiercely, "This time, how long will you abandon me?"
The usually cold and proud man lowered himself, kneeling beside her leg, eyes filled with tears, pleading and accommodating, "An Ning, please love me again!"