Shen Yijun found her on a rainy night.
He stood under a black umbrella at the entrance of her studio, holding a bouquet of wilted roses—exactly like six years ago.
"Zhi-zhi," he choked, "I was wrong. I'm about to IPO. I want to take you to the top with me."
Lin Zhi stood on the steps under her own umbrella. Raindrops from her umbrella dripped onto his face.
She smiled as if she'd heard the coldest joke in the world.
"Shen Yijun, do you know the most important thing before listing?"
He froze.
"Disclosure." She tilted her head. "Have you disclosed that you used my money to keep that Red Princess nephew? Disclosed that right before IPO you wanted to fake a reconciliation to harvest my 50 million users?"
His umbrella fell. Rain soaked him instantly.
Lin Zhi bent close to his ear and whispered:
"Too late. Your lock-up period has already begun."