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Su Wan had secretly loved Lu Jinchuan for eight years, giving him all her tenderness—staying up with him until midnight revising plans, cooking three thousand bowls of stomach-nourishing porridge for him, and even secretly paying off his gambling debts. But Lu Jinchuan always saw her as a "convenient post-it girl" who was always available, never taking her heart seriously. Until the day he accompanied his wealthy fiancee to take wedding photos, Su Wan rushed over with his favorite sugar-fried chestnuts, only to hear him laugh to his fiancee: "That woman? A poor ghost who can't even step into my house—does she even deserve to talk about love?" That rainy night, Su Wan fed all the chestnuts to the stray cats at the alley and locked her eight years of tenderness—along with the notebook full of love words—into the storage room. Three months later, when Lu Jinchuan knelt downstairs of Shengyu Group begging for cooperation after his company went bankrupt, he looked up and saw Su Wan sitting in the back seat of a Rolls-Royce—she was wearing a pigeon-egg diamond necklace, her makeup cold and glamorous, with a British butler in a tuxedo standing beside her. Lu Jinchuan pounced and grabbed the hem of her dress, but was immediately pulled away by bodyguards. Su Wan threw a check through the car window, her voice as cold as ice: "That's the gambling debt you owed me, with principal and interest. Now, you don't even deserve to touch my clothes."
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