When I was in college, I was extremely poor but somehow ended up dating an incredibly wealthy boyfriend.
He was the renowned crown prince of Beijing's elite circle, addressed by everyone as Young Master Fu.
No one believed this relationship - mismatched from top to bottom - would last.
Even he himself said: 'Just having some fun, don't take it seriously.'
So when we broke up, to save face, I lied that I'd fallen for someone else and didn't want him anymore.
He turned crimson with anger, the corners of his eyes flushing red as he warned me not to regret leaving.
I never looked back.
Five years later, when we met again, that legendary noble and aloof head of the Fu family cornered me against the wall.
'You actually left when I told you to go?'
'How can a woman be this heartless!'
'It's me who regrets it, Lin Xieyi.'
