Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Fu Jing and I have been engaged for seven years.

We rarely see each other.

Because of business, he has been stationed overseas for years. Even the cold holiday greetings I receive are sent by his assistant on his behalf.

In contrast, I see him much more often in financial magazines.

The last time we met was two years ago when he returned to the country.

Our families sat down for a casual dinner. When our parents brought up the wedding, he gave a lukewarm rejection: “We’ll see. I don’t have the time.”

That night, he took a phone call and immediately stood up to take his leave, leaving both families in a state of awkwardness.

Everyone knew why: Fu Jing had a White Moonlight in his heart, and she was dead.

My best friend had managed to dig up some information from somewhere-the White Moonlight was Fu Jing’s first love. Years ago, they couldn’t be together because her parents had been vehemently against it. By the time he was ready to marry her, she was gone.

However, ours was a business marriage. The purpose of the engagement was mutual development; there were no emotional entanglements involved.

Now, with a single sentence, I had sent Fu Jing straight to the top of the entertainment trending charts. This marriage was likely dead in the water.

Right now, my mother was screaming at me over the phone. “Apologize to President Fu this instant! If you ruin this alliance, you can pack your bags and get out-and take that magazine of yours with you!”

The magazine was my dream. Unfortunately, the industry was in a slump, and the business was teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. I had exhausted myself trying to revive it and had only recently managed to sell a script.

I couldn’t let this incident deal it a fatal blow!

Trembling with anxiety, I sent Fu Jing a message.

“I’m sorry. I forgot to switch to my burner account.”

I waited in suspense until evening, when my phone suddenly lit up.

Fu Jing: “I’m at the airport. I’ll be home in half an hour.”