Reunion with the Blind Entrepreneur [Broken Mirror Reconnected]

Synopsis: [Broken Mirror Reconnected] [Male Lead 38, Female Lead 36] [Agony for Male Lead's Body and Mind]

Six years after their divorce, Qin Qiao comes to see Chen Jiashu. At the shareholders' meeting, she witnesses a 'catching the mole' drama and sees him going blind, but her heart remains unmoved.

Six years can change many things. For example, the proud man who would rather break than bend has finally been transformed by capital into the shrewdest of figures.

That day, by his sickbed, Chen Jiashu listed his funds, bonds, and savings to tell her he was worthy of loving her. Qin Qiao cursed him hysterically and stormed out.

She didn't know then that this man, who could get up after countless falls, would swallow a whole bottle of antidepressants after seeing her fall in love with someone else.

But if one were to truly pursue it, she owes him more...

The lifelong gratitude of his selfless support, the deep love of sharing life and death.

That rainy night, Qin Qiao, drunk as a lord, barged into his home, clung to him like a madwoman, and bit a deep tooth mark on his neck. But he took control, pulling her tightly into his embrace, showering her with intricate, clinging kisses.

Afterward, he lowered his head and buried it in her neck, his voice humble: "Now that you're back, don't leave again, okay?"

Her eyes were clear, and she smiled lightly, gently promising him, "As long as you need me, I will come back to find you."

Later, the thunder and rain raged outside. A flash of lightning illuminated their pale faces. The man gave a wry smile, his voice broken, "I was wrong. I was wrong to... repay kindness with favor."

He was used to taking the blame, but this time, he no longer believed anyone, including her. As soon as the thought arose, Qin Qiao rushed to hug him, her trembling voice muffled against his back as tears streamed down her face, "No, it's not like that... Jiashu, I love you."

The man seemed not to hear, and with his white cane, he left resolutely. Little did he know they would meet again a month later.

Receiving a notification from the police, Qin Qiao stumbled to the hospital. The man sitting blankly on the hospital bed was covered in blood, his eyes vacant, repeatedly murmuring, "Qiao Qiao, Qiao Qiao..."

He couldn't see, he couldn't hear, yet he escaped with sheer willpower.

Qin Qiao collapsed to the ground, weeping in despair.

Half a month later, Qin Qiao accompanied him to see a psychologist again. She used a braille needle to prick the doctor's questions onto braille paper.

[Why do you keep saying Qiao Qiao?]

Chen Jiashu felt the raised dots and smiled, his tone relaxed, "I'm afraid I'll forget how to speak."

No one knew that he recited it thousands of times every day during that period.

Reading Guide: HE. Realistic Fairytale [Broken Mirror Reconnected] [Chasing Wife Crematorium] [Slightly Chasing Husband]. Not a suspense or business war story, and not a domineering CEO novel. The male lead's hearing will be fine, but his vision will not.

The male lead is obsessive but not gloomy; he is a conscientious entrepreneur. They have two five-year-old children, but this is not a story focused on parenting; the children have little presence.

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Lu Jianhui, beneath his refined and noble appearance, hid a calm madness. Jiang Yuchu first witnessed it in the first month after they confirmed their relationship.

At that time, in his arms, Lu Jianhui toyed with her hair, his warm breath spraying by her ear, gently coaxing, "Good girl, you're not allowed to look at other men anymore."

Jiang Yuchu managed a fawning smile, kissed his jaw, and softly hummed in agreement.

That was five years ago. Jiang Yuchu spent the hardest year with Lu Jianhui, yet she heartlessly pushed him into an even deeper hell.

Seeing him again five years later felt like a lifetime ago.

Amidst the thunderous flashes of cameras, the gentle and elegant man stood before the lens, leaning on a cane. His gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses seemed to pierce through the screen. He slightly curved his lips, "I prefer challenging projects. For example, acquiring companies that appear invincible but are internally riddled with holes, and personally... 'scraping the bones to remove the poison'."

Jiang Yuchu's gaze was fixed on the blue subtitle at the bottom of the screen—[Chinese tycoon Lu Ning arrives in Beijing today to announce a $100 billion investment plan].

Lu Jianhui, the future heir of the Lu Group who had "disappeared" for five years and was rumored to be dead, stood before her.

Jiang Yuchu's heart trembled violently, and she accidentally knocked over the teacup in her hand. The scalding liquid spilled onto her hand.

Her hand turned red instantly, her eyes teared up due to the physiological response, and her vision blurred.

Before long, Lu Ning became the major investor for her new film. On a night of feasting and toasting, he trapped her between his body and the wall.

His long, jade-like index finger rubbed over her lips.

Jiang Yuchu said coldly, "Mr. Lu, it's best if we maintain some distance."

Lu Ning sneered, "Distance? From the moment you designed to fall in front of my car last month, there's been no such concept as distance between us."

The jet-black cane suddenly reflected a dazzling gleam. Jiang Yuchu collected her slightly trembling gaze and confirmed: he was not Lu Jianhui.

But later, on the set during a night shoot, she accidentally got injured, and the male actor immediately helped her. Lu Ning strode over, picked her up horizontally, and walked directly to the luxury car parked by the roadside.

The moment he settled her down, his left knee suddenly gave out, and he heavily impacted the ground.

In that posture, he crawled into the car, grabbed her slender ankle, fine beads of sweat on his forehead. His thin lips pulled up into a sinister and pale smile, "What did you promise me five years ago?"

The gloomy cloud that had been gathering in her heart for months dissipated in an instant. At this, a faint, elegant scent of ebony mixed with cigar smoke wafted down. Jiang Yuchu slowly raised her pure and beautiful face, a cruel smile tugging at her lips, "How can you still be alive?"

His eyes instantly turned bloodshot. After a moment, a very faint scoff escaped his throat, "You're disappointed."