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Ye Siyu lived a wild, wealthy, and high-profile life for a few years. She was so stunningly beautiful she looked like someone who had stepped right out of a painting. Surrounded by pearls, silks, and extravagant luxury, she was the center of attention in high society wherever she went.
Suffering from a textbook case of “rich girl syndrome,” Ye Siyu’s life suddenly took a tragic turn when her family fell from grace. She closed down her company and fled to a small coastal town to work, her arm still wrapped in a plaster cast. She could easily spend an entire afternoon spacing out over a single cup of coffee she brewed at the café.
Once, while playing a drinking game, she lost and chose “Truth”: “Back in my glory days, I used to keep a canary.” The people around her laughed and teased. “How many did you keep?” Ye Siyu smiled bitterly. “Just one… but she was such a Feishi (handful/pain in the ass), it was enough to cost me my life.” They teased her again. “What kind of canary was she?
” Ye Siyu: “A poor college student. Had a really pretty face.” Naturally, no one believed her, and the crowd burst into laughter. “So where’s the canary now?” The corners of her mouth curved up, but there was no laughter in her eyes. “Naturally, I kicked her to the curb. She refused to let go, and even when I said a tearful goodbye, she still wouldn’t accept it. So… I faked my own death to escape.” The heavily intoxicated crowd roared with laughter again. “Wow, you’re such a player! That’s so trashy!”
One day, the rain poured relentlessly. Next to the ancient street right outside the café, a luxurious, elongated Bentley parked, looking entirely out of place with the vibe of the old alley. The next second, the wind chimes at the entrance clashed loudly as the door was pushed open. A man who looked like a chauffeur held the door open for a slender woman, addressing her with utmost respect. “CEO Fei.” The woman in the black suit had a layer of mist clinging to the strands of hair on her shoulders. She slowly raised her eyes, her gaze deep and dark as she stared at Ye Siyu. “Did you really think I wouldn’t be able to find you just because you hid here?”
The nosy onlookers were finally dumbfounded. “Who is that?” Ye Siyu felt her throat go dry. “…My poor canary.”
The rain fell all night long.
In the early morning, Ye Siyu once again woke up on top of Fei Shi, unable to even lift her arms or legs. Ye Siyu’s voice was hoarse. “Are you trying to kill me…” “I’ve thought about it,” Fei Shi’s long fingers slid into the hair at the back of Ye Siyu’s head, pressing her down as her lips brushed against the messy hair on her forehead. “Right here, on this bedroom bed.”
With that, Fei Shi raised her cold eyes: “You heartless woman, are you still planning to run now?
One-sentence Summary: She flees, she pursues, it’s impossible for her to escape!
