After He, Who Loved Me but Couldn’t Have Me, Was Reborn…

Gao Xing had never been truly awake in his previous life. For over thirty years, he had lived in a haze, until he met Gu Qingshu. It was as if a heavy blow had struck his head not awakening him, but driving him mad.

Yet, Gu Qingshu already had someone by his side. That person had grown up with him since childhood, gradually and meticulously weaving him into their own embrace. Gao Xing, meanwhile, was merely a rich heir’s illegitimate son. Compared to Gu Qingshu’s lover, he had no career, no money, and Gu Qingshu had never even glanced at his face.

Gao Xing frantically collected every scrap of information about Gu Qingshu, drowning himself in an unrequited love that the object of his affection knew nothing about. He became obsessed, spiraling into a vortex of desire and despair. Then, one day, he was reborn…

The summer of 1995 in Rongcheng was like a giant steamer. The blinding sunlight was filtered through leaves into a shower of tiny diamonds, falling upon a group of teenagers in white school uniforms.

The boy on the bicycle’s front seat had a healthy tan, his forearms showing the lean muscles of youth. Beaming with a wide smile, he pedaled with Gu Qingshu who had just returned from his hometown on the back, as if trying to swallow the entire county’s summer breeze.

When they reached the convenience store, the boy in the front seat stopped the bike and carefully helped Gu Qingshu down, as if tending to a future bride. Their hands remained entwined, fingers brushing, as the boy pointed with his free hand toward a tall figure aggressively driving to the hoop on a nearby basketball court.

“Qingshu, you’ve been out sick for half the semester. You don’t know yet, do you? A transfer student from the Capital joined our class. His name’s Gao Xing. He’s alright , I’ll introduce you later.”

The sickly yet heart-stoppingly beautiful boy turned his gaze. Even from a distance, he could feel the transfer student’s eyes on him, a suffocating net, locking him firmly in place…

I don’t like the way he looks at me. Like he’s staring at something that already belongs to him.

But then:

Gao Xing, his aura menacing yet his smile sweet: “Boss, you make the money, and I’ll just be your Boss Lady.”

Qingshu, trembling: “???”