Passion in a relationship isn't feared for its hysteria; it's feared for the calmness that resembles a stagnant pool of water.
Jian Xi picked up her water glass, her beautiful, shimmering eyes fixed on Si Yuhuan, the man she once deeply loved. "Happy Birthday. Goodbye."
If she wanted to leave, she wouldn't linger or drag things out. Jian Xi was determined to be ruthless this one time.
Si Yuhuan's expression contorted, but in the end, he retained his dignity as the wealthiest man and watched her depart.
The moment Jian Xi stepped out, she saw Fu Shengyuan.
She raised an eyebrow. The man she hadn't seen in many days had suddenly appeared.
"Sorry, the company has been quite busy lately, so..."
He was cut off as Si Yuhuan came out, pulling the door open. He was carrying the purse Jian Xi had forgotten.
When enemies lock eyes, a particular animosity sparks. Seeing Fu Shengyuan, a cold light burst from the depths of Si Yuhuan's eyes.
