Night fell over the Lu residence in heavy silence.
From the living room to the study, every light was on, yet the entire house felt empty—like no one truly lived there.
Everyone knew: President Lu was in a foul mood. So foul, no one dared go near him.
In the study, Lu Yancheng sat on the sofa, slender fingers holding a plain white envelope.
The only thing she left behind the day she walked away.
Back then, he hadn't even opened it."There's nothing worth reading," he'd said."She wants to leave? Let her go."
But now…Now he clung to it like a drowning man reaching for air—And read every word, one by one.
Lu Yancheng,
I always knew there was no love between us. I never expected you to like me.
But people hope, don't they?Even just one glance from you, a single word—It was enough to make me happy for days.
Eventually, I realized—No matter how careful I was, how humble,Nothing would ever change.
You must know about the pregnancy by now.
That day, I wanted to tell you.I was genuinely happy.I thought maybe the baby would make you stay a little longer.Even if it was just a lie.
But… you never came.
When I lost the baby, it was a nurse who walked me to the operating room.
And you?You were probably having dinner with her, weren't you?
That's when I finally understood—
What I wanted wasn't scraps of your kindness.
It's not that it didn't hurt.It's just… I knew you'd never turn around.
So I stopped waiting.
—Xu Zhiyi
Lu Yancheng's fingers clenched around the edge of the letter. His knuckles turned pale, blood draining from them.
In that moment, it felt like his breath was lodged in his throat—he couldn't breathe.
He remembered that night.
Shen Zhirou had just returned from abroad and asked him to dinner.His assistant Chen Ze had called, saying,"Miss Xu isn't feeling well."
He had frowned.And replied,"Tell the driver to take her to the hospital."
He hadn't asked why.Hadn't called back.Hadn't shown up.
And now—He didn't even have the chance to say he was sorry.
He shot up from the couch, knocking over the edge of the table. A stack of contracts scattered across the floor.
He clutched his forehead, breathing heavily like a wild animal trapped in its own cage.
"She didn't mean it like that… She wouldn't really stop waiting for me…"
He muttered incoherently, his voice raw and low.
But the letter was clear.Brutally, heartbreakingly clear.
She had waited five years.And then she left—completely.
That night, the sound of things breaking echoed from the Lu residence study.
The maids stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs, too afraid to go up.
And upstairs, surrounded by shattered paper and splintered glass,Lu Yancheng sat alone in the mess—Eyes empty,Unmoving,
Until the sun came up.