Chapter 1

The loud "bang" of the door at eight in the morning woke me up from my slumber on the table!

I looked up and saw the face of my boyfriend, Luo Wenbin. Rubbing my eyes, I mumbled, "Why are you slamming so hard? The door's going to be destroyed by you."

"You still care about my door being wrecked by me?" His tone was unusually cold.

I wanted to glare at him, but staying up late to rush drawings left me with more eye gunk. I took off my black-framed glasses to clean it in front of the mirror.

The reflection wasn't pretty: hair a messy, oily, spiky nest, big dark circles under my eyes, sallow skin. My pajamas were stained, faded, and torn with a hole. At this moment, I wasn't much different from a beggar under the bridge.

However, we've been together for five years and living together for almost three. We've met each other's parents. I recently pulled all-nighters to design new pieces for Luo Wenbin's bridal shop. After this new release, we could make a lot of money.

His parents' concerns would also be resolved. We'd buy a house in this city and, without any surprises, get married this year!

"Let's break up." Seeing my lack of response, Luo Wenbin impatiently dropped this bombshell.

"But, aren't we getting married this year?" I asked, full of puzzled confusion. I'd never doubted Luo Wenbin's love for me; weren't we supposed to marry?

I would design my own magnificent wedding dress, handcrafted by him.

"You're registered as a rural resident. My parents don't agree with us; you know that. If they disagree, I can't marry you." Luo Wenbin frowned with disdain upon hearing the word marriage.

"Didn't you say that once I finish this set, we could buy a house?" I held up my drawings in confusion.

He had said that after buying a house, I could transfer my registration, and then it wouldn't be the rural registration his parents disdained.

I was the only one on my household registration, so its location didn't matter to me; I'd listen to him completely.

"No, the buyer bailed." Luo Wenbin tore my drawings from my hands, saying, "But considering our long history, I'll pay you for this batch."

"Pay?" I repeated the ironic word. It was the first time he mentioned paying me.

In the five years of supporting his bridal shop to success, I spent almost every day in this house creating a drawing. He never paid me; he only gave me his secondary card to spend as I pleased.

"No apologies are needed; don't feel guilty for me. I'll have the housekeeper clean; just pack your stuff and leave, that'll be a help!" Luo Wenbin dismissed me with a wave.

Once he finished talking, he fiddled with his phone for a bit and said, "The housekeeper will come at noon; you have three or four hours to pack."

And just like that, I was kicked out of the cohabiting home by him.

The house was his; I was merely his ex-girlfriend now. Without his consent, I couldn't stay.

With my mind buzzing, I packed my things, realizing I didn't have much. Over the years, I hadn't acquired anything new. The most I had in this house were drawings, but all the ones I was satisfied with were given to Luo Wenbin to produce and sell.

In short, after five years of relationship, I left with nothing, finding myself homeless.

At that moment, my phone rang. It was a friend calling, "Qianqian! Are you packed? I'm about to head out!"