Chapter One.

"Rumble~" With a thunderclap that shook the sky, heavy rain poured down.

A figure stood in the midst of this downpour, holding a black umbrella in her hand.

It was a slender and weak woman, and even though she was holding the umbrella, the water droplets that splashed down on the ground still dampened the hem of her skirt.

In front of her was a high-class club.

Qing Huan was alone in a high-class club with an umbrella, and because she was not a member of the club and could not enter, she could only pace anxiously back and forth outside the door.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps coming from the door of the club, and Qing Huan's eyes lit up.

Raising his head, he looked towards the door.

Only to see a man with an extraordinary temperament and aura walk out, surrounded by a group of black-clothed men behind him.

She raised her head and subconsciously looked towards the man, after all, there was no such man that did not attract attention.

Even she, who was always proud and used to seeing beauty, couldn't help but look sideways.

The star-crossed man was dressed in a private customized business suit worth a lot of money, and his whole body exuded coldness, but in the coldness there was a natural and outstanding atmosphere.

Eyes half-hanging, in the thought of what, around the prying people do not know, only think this man is unfathomable, leisurely stride, as the largest leading figure, a word does not say, just look around the people do not dare to slow down to his umbrella, said carefully complimented the words, these voices he turned a deaf ear, immersed in his thoughts.

And behind him, a man walked out covered in alcohol.

Qing Huan withdrew his sight and walked straight towards this man.

The parking boy hurriedly stepped forward with his umbrella and the woman stopped the man, who saw her and frowned with a look of disgust, "What are you doing here?"

Qing Huan snorted, "I was going to ask you what you're doing in a place like this? Why don't you answer your phone and return messages."

The man snorted, "I thought you understood that we had broken up, didn't you pride yourself on being the number one talented girl in Hai Cheng? How come you ask such a stupid question? And don't you know I'm already tired of you?"

She was glistening with tears and asked offhandedly, "Just tired of it? Isn't it true that Qing's Group has gone bankrupt and you're tired of me?"

Du Ran looks at Qing Huan in front of her with pity, suddenly snickers out, "I'm completely relieved, I no longer have to serve you, this proud thousand-dollar lady, I've long had enough of your my-way-or-the-highway character over the past few years! You're still fooling yourself, are you still a thousand-dollar lady now?"

"Rumble~" another thunderclap rang out from the sky, causing her to falter and her vision to start blurring.

"No, I don't believe it, I don't believe you would be so desperate!" She tried to grab his hand, wanting to confirm something, but he shook his hand away so hard that she fell into the rain.

Du Ran contemptuously looks down on her wretched figure, "Wake up, what kind of dream of being a thousand-dollar lady is that?"

Love and self-respect were blown to pieces together in such a thunderstorm night, her thoughts lagged and she snapped to remember what she came over for tonight.

Qing Huan grabbed his hand, her eyes looking straight into his face.

"We can break up, but please lend me the money." Her lips trembled as the rain hit her face, "My brother can't wait, he needs a cure!"

God knows how she could say such humble words with her haughty nature.

But for the sake of her dearest, she had no choice.

"Tsk tsk, look ah, didn't you never beg, why are you actually so lowly to borrow money this time?

Qing Huan tightly bit her lips, the bottom of her eyes were full of sadness and helplessness, "For the sake of the previous love, my brother's illness can no longer ... be treated."

Instead, he broke her fingers from his sleeve one by one, "You still have a little bit of posture, completely self-sufficient! Stop lowering yourself to beg! If you have the ability, you can make your own money to cure him!"

He coldly finished the sentence and got into the car.

"No! You can't leave, you can't leave, I need your help! I only have that one brother, you can't just see him die." Seeing that he was the only one who could help him, Qing Huan dropped his umbrella and ran over to tap on the car door.

At this time, the clothes on his body has been pasted on the slender body, by the rain drenched all over the body, hidden body is to provoke a pair of eyes aside, into the bottom of the eyes.

Du Ran's car mercilessly drove away, Qing Huan legs soft, kneeling on the ground, hands cupped his face, let the rain beat himself, bowing upper body bent over his knees.

In her wretched state, she saw a pair of leather shoes resting in front of her.

She lifted her head in shock and touched the rain on her face, coming up against the light so she couldn't see the look on his face.

"Girl, love yourself." He held a smile, his long, slightly cool fingers picking up her chin, gazing meaningfully at her pale, pretty face that had been washed away by the rain.

The snow-white handkerchief meticulously and gently wiped the rainwater off her face.

"Who are you?" Qing Huan took a step back warily, not letting the man's gentleness get the better of her.

"Lu Beichen." The corner of the cool and reserved man's mouth slightly hooked, "Your savior."

She slightly lowered her eyes, "I don't understand what you mean."

"Marry me and I'll set everything right for you."

And that's when she really leveled with him and got a good look at his face.

A dark blue shirt, bright eyebrows, handsome and clear Xiao, all elegant temperament, like a graceful nobleman.

But even so, she slightly knit her eyebrows, in the experience of her boyfriend's abandonment, the illness of her relatives, she will never sell her marriage cheaply, she is not lowly, looking straight into his deep, dark eyes, "I refuse a stranger's marriage proposal."

At the same time her cell phone suddenly rang, she took out her cell phone and found it was from the hospital, her face changed.

With a push away from the man in front of her, she hurriedly called a car and headed for the hospital.

Lu Beichen returned to the car, watching the woman's car go further and further away.

The proud son of heaven, how many women dreamed of marrying him, and today he was rejected just like that?

Hehe, interesting.

However, there was nothing that he, Lu Beichen, wanted to get that he couldn't get.

"Drive." He gently closed his eyes and rested his eyes.

"Yes." The man's exclusive driver inquired, "BOSS, where are we going now?"

"Back to Lu Residence."

The man's long, white fingers are enviable, taking out his cell phone and dialing a number to his assistant, Cui Han, "Go find out the reason for Qing's bankruptcy, I want Qing Huan's details."

"Yes, President!" Cui Han on the other end of the phone answered.

"Looks like I missed quite a few interesting things in the months I wasn't in Hai Cheng, it's kind of interesting." The corners of his mouth rippled into a playful arc, and his fingers tapped his knee gently if at all.

Rubbing the textured cell phone in his hand, hanging up the phone, he gently hooked his lips slightly, his right hand palm slowly clenched tightly, murmuring out, "Hehe, Qinghuan ... you can't escape from my palm!"