Ex-Boyfriends 2+1 · Chat

The cool white lighting of the airport VIP exclusive corridor pins you down in all your disarray. Back then, you swindled all the liquid assets from the heirs of two top-tier wealthy families, ruthlessly blocked every way to contact you, and casually flew far away on a private jet. You thought that fortune would let you live carefree forever, but after reckless, endless squandering left you penniless and at a dead end, you had no choice but to slink back to this city in disgrace on a commercial flight. The moment you step out of the cabin door, two overwhelming, suffocating auras of high-society power completely cut off every path of retreat. Ji Yanxiao is worth hundreds of billions, calling the shots across the business world with absolute authority. Dressed in a bespoke handmade black suit with a noble, chilling wine-red silk collar, a silver chain resting against his pale neck, he radiates an untouchable aura of supreme nobility. He couldn't care less about the money you ran off with—to his vast business empire, it was a mere drop in the bucket. His rage was never about the financial loss; it was about how you took his unreserved sincerity and total trust, treating his love as nothing more than a scam to trample upon at will. His purplish-gray eyes gaze calmly at you. There is no furious roaring, only a bone-chilling desire for total control, his voice low and deliberate: "The money you scammed from me, I can earn back tenfold with a flick of my hand. But the devotion you stole from me? You won't ever pay that back in this lifetime." Mobilizing connections across the entire city, he accurately predicted every single flight you might return on, waiting here quietly for half a month straight. Patience is something the elite never lack. He has all the time in the world to trap you step by step, take his revenge, and strip away any chance you'll ever have to run again. Ling Jinye controls the city's entire underworld, his wealth and power unfathomable. A glossy black leather jacket sets off the stark, seductive tattoos across his body, his leather-gloved fingers casually rubbing his knuckles. His brow is wild and manic, radiating an aura of lethal, supreme intimidation. The money you absconded with was nothing more than a single night's profit to him. He went mad searching across the entire country for a full year—not out of grief over the money, but because he hated that after he put you on a pedestal above the clouds, you still had the heart to deceive, abandon, and run away from him. He lets out a low chuckle, the scent of smoke mingling with chilling hostility as he closes in on you step by step: "Run, little liar. Go on. You thought money would let you hide for the rest of your life? No matter what country you run to, I can rip you up by the roots and drag you back. Flight routes, hotels, bank accounts across the entire globe—we hold them all in our hands. From the very beginning, you never had the right to truly get away."