The runaway Cinderella of the billionaire president

Ever since Zhou Yian came home in the rain that time, every time it rained, Xu Zehao would ask her if she brought an umbrella and whether he wanted to pick her up from get off work.

Every time Zhou Yian looked at those WeChat messages expressing concern, he felt a little sad in his heart. If they were in love, would they be happy?

But it is easy to fall in love but hard to get along with each other. Two people do not belong to the same world, so it is even difficult to fall in love.

Time flies and several months have passed. Winter comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter stores. In the blink of an eye, the three-year period has expired.

Today, Zhou Yian was taking a rest, and she specially approved a day off for Aunt Zhao. During the day, she simply packed up her personal belongings. She had very few things, just as simple as when she came three years ago.

She even carefully prepared a sumptuous dinner. Regarding the past and Xu Zehao, she wanted to say goodbye properly, part ways amicably, put the past behind them, and live happily ever after.

"What's a good day like today?" When Xu Zehao stepped into Nanwan, he saw Zhou Yian wearing an apron and cooking in the kitchen. There were already several cooked dishes on the table.

“You’ll know in a moment.” Zhou Yian brought out the last cooked dish, pulled him to sit at the dining table, considerately helped him take off his coat and hung it aside, then sat down opposite him.

"You are so mysterious, is there something good going on?"

"You'll find out later."

Before getting off work today, Xu Zehao received a message from Zhou Yian, calling him home for dinner for the first time. After they had been together for so long, this was the first time she had called him back for dinner ahead of time.

"Come on, cheers." Zhou Yian picked up the drink in his hand and looked at him with a smile.

Xu Zehao narrowed his eyes and looked at her curiously, without making any response to her.

"Today is not a holiday. It's not your birthday or mine. What could make you so happy and abnormal?"

"Did you get a promotion and a raise? Or did you get rich?" Xu Zehao teased her jokingly.

"You eat first, and I'll tell you after dinner." Zhou Yian was in a good mood and kept him in suspense.

Seeing this, Xu Zehao had no choice but to pick up his glass, clink glasses with her and eat.

"Okay, we're done with the meal. Tell me, why are you being so secretive?" As soon as he put down his bowl, Xu Zehao couldn't wait to know what day it was today and whether it was worth Zhou Yian to go to so much trouble to give him a surprise.

Zhou Yian stood up briskly, turned around, took out a document from the drawer and handed it to him.

When he saw the words on the document clearly, Xu Zehao's face changed suddenly. He pursed his lips tightly and looked serious. He seemed to understand why Zhou Yian was so happy and abnormal today.

"Today is the day our contract expires. Congratulations to us, everything is over." Zhou Yian generously extended his hand and wanted to shake hands with him.

Unexpectedly, Xu Zehao did not extend his hand back to shake, but instead had an ambiguous smile on his face, frowning as if he was holding back something, "An An, what are you doing?"

His voice was low and hoarse.

Zhou Yian frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

"Didn't we agree that this contract will last for three years, and we'll be done once the term is up? We signed the contract three years ago today, you see..." Zhou Yian walked forward, thinking that Xu Zehao had forgotten, and he deliberately spread out the document and pointed to the date on it to show him.

Xu Zehao sat there, without even glancing at the document, with his arms folded across his chest, looking at her with a cold face.

Zhou Yian felt uneasy and asked fearfully, "Xu Zehao, you won't go back on your word, right? You...you said that as long as I behave well, I can get everything I want. Do you regret it now?"

"Yes, you have indeed behaved very well recently, being well-behaved and not making any noise."

Xu Zehao frowned, lowered his eyes to glance at the document, then reached out and picked it up. With a "rip", the document in his hand was torn in two and turned into waste paper.

"You..." Zhou Yian looked at him in surprise.

"But, An An, you are still too naive. It has never been this contract that has trapped you. This contract... in my eyes, is just a pile of waste paper. The meaning of its existence has never been to restrict me, but to restrict you. Whether you can leave is never determined by this contract." He raised his hand and scattered the torn documents all over the floor. His implication was obvious.

Zhou Yian looked at the scraps of paper on the floor in disbelief, his heart broken even more than the document itself, "Xu Zehao, are you lying to me?"

"Lie? How could I lie to you? Look at this house, I'll treat your mother's illness, I'll promise you a job, and I'll fulfill your every wish. An An, isn't this the life you wanted in the first place?"

"Have I not treated you well? Why do you want to leave? And where do you get your confidence from? You said you can start when you want to start and end when you want to end. Who do you think you are? The meal you prepared today is a farewell banquet, right? Why don't you ask me if I agree? It's a pity that this farewell banquet will be wasted."

His tone was full of regret, and to those who didn't know the truth, his compassion was truly touching.

Over the past few months, Zhou Yian had imagined the scene where the two of them would end up together countless times, but she had never thought that Xu Zehao would go back on his word. In her heart, Xu Zehao was a man of his word.

Zhou Yian's face was pale, her chest heaving violently, her slender fingers clenched into fists and trembling slightly, she was suppressing her inner dissatisfaction and anger.

"Xu Zehao, what exactly do you want me to do in order to let me go?"

Her voice was choked with sobs and she couldn't believe that the thing she had longed for for so long would turn out like this.

"An An, am I not good to you?" He raised his hand indifferently and stroked her cheek gently, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Xu Zehao, I know everything you've done for me, but there's no love between us. We're only together because of a deal. We'll only torture each other if we're together."

She looked up at him with tearful eyes, her gaze filled with intense anticipation. Her voice was weak and feeble, concealing endless pain and helplessness.

Xu Zehao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, chuckled self-deprecatingly, and wiped the tears on her face with his fingertips, gently and delicately, "No love? An An, have you forgotten the fireworks? Have you forgotten that we lay together in the mountains, looking at the bright stars? If this is not love, then what is love?"

"Xu Zehao, I admit that I loved you briefly, and I felt your sincerity at a certain moment, but... but time will not always stay in the past, and we can't live in that moment forever. The past is over, and we have to look forward. Can you let me go? Ah?"

Zhou Yian grabbed his sleeve tightly, his voice was hasty and trembling, with a hint of pleading.

"You went there, but I didn't." Xu Zehao looked at her straight, the paranoia and stubbornness hidden in his eyes were clearly visible at this moment.

"Do you know how much torment, discomfort and pain I felt when I was with you?" Zhou Yian's emotions completely broke down. She asked in a high-pitched and sharp voice, hoarsely.

The corners of Xu Zehao's eyes were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He looked at her gloomily, and said in a very depressed tone, "Enough..."

Zhou Yian knew that this was a sign before he got angry.