Leng Youchen saw the text message about the breakup sent by Wei Anning around six o'clock in the evening. At the time, he had just stepped out of the Municipal Secretary's office. Standing on the steps, gazing at the blood-red sunset, an inexplicable pang gripped his heart.
He took long strides, got into the royal blue Bentley waiting at the bottom of the steps, and pulled out his phone as if guided by some unseen force. Opening the message, he saw the words Wei Anning had sent.
"Leng Youchen, let's break up!"
Eight simple, decisive words immediately pierced his eyes.
He sat upright, reading and rereading the message multiple times. When the meaning behind each word finally burst forth in his mind, he seemed to fully grasp the significance of those eight characters. In an instant, the sharp and refined features of the man darkened, giving way to a raging fury.
