The big boss is reborn and lets himself go.

The rain poured down relentlessly, with large raindrops cascading down like a dam bursting, crashing against the earth with overwhelming force, instantly enveloping the entire city in a white curtain of rain. Streets were flooded, vehicles struggled to move, and pedestrians scattered in search of shelter, plunging the city into chaos and turmoil.

The European-style palace, standing in the heart of the city, resembled a sleeping behemoth in the torrential rain. Its towering spires and exquisitely carved walls appeared and disappeared in the misty fog, adding to its mystique and solemnity.

Before the palace gates, a few dim streetlights cast a faint glow, barely illuminating a small area. In this gloom, a lone figure knelt—the once powerful and influential young talent in the business world. Now, he was ragged, his hair disheveled and plastered to his face, his entire body covered in mud and water, looking utterly wretched.

The icy rain relentlessly lashed his body, causing him to shiver slightly, yet he stubbornly kept his back straight, refusing to succumb to the harsh weather. A deep wound on his forehead was bleeding, the red blood diluted by the rain flowing down his cheeks and dripping into the puddles beneath him, creating shocking splashes of blood.

However, his gaze remained fixed on the tightly closed palace gate, as if waiting for something. Finally, with a heavy creak, the palace gate slowly opened.

The first thing that catches the eye is a pair of exquisite high heels, followed by a magnificent skirt. A gust of wind howls by, whipping the woman's hair into a frenzy. The hem of her skirt billows wildly in the wind and rain, like a butterfly in flight. This woman is his beloved Catherine. Her steps are hurried, each one splashing water, yet tinged with hesitation, as if her heart is filled with conflict and struggle.

Before the palace gates, he knelt upright, motionless like a statue. The cold rain poured down relentlessly, flowing down his sharp black suit, and his soaked shirt clung tightly to his broad chest, vaguely revealing a hint of weariness and vicissitude.

Back then, he was the rightful heir to a wealthy and powerful family, but at the age of ten, he was caught in a meticulously planned conspiracy, his identity secretly switched, and he lost the protection of his family and was cruelly abandoned by his closest relatives. She, on the other hand, had grown up alongside him since childhood, innocent and inseparable. However, fate played a cruel trick on them, forcing them to separate. She then traveled to H Continent, where, witnessed by her grandparents and other elders, she became engaged, parting once again. But who could have foreseen that this separation would last a full ten years?

During this long period, countless unseen enemies laid numerous traps, and all sorts of insidious and cunning schemes intertwined, like an impenetrable net, binding them tightly and ultimately tearing them apart. In her previous life, even though she was pregnant with his child, she mistakenly identified the wrong person due to a series of misunderstandings. Until the last moment of her life, she still mistakenly believed that the child in her womb was the child of the so-called brother who had taken his identity.

At this moment, their eyes met in mid-air, and for a fleeting instant, time seemed to freeze. Dense raindrops fell all around, striking the ground with a crisp sound; a howling wind rustled the leaves. But these sounds had become indistinct background noise; only the burning passion in his eyes, like a raging fire, pierced through the dust of time, incinerating all the vicissitudes of life. The endless longing, the heart-wrenching regret, and the unwavering love hidden within surged towards her like a tidal wave.

“You’ve come…” he said with difficulty, his deep, magnetic voice sounding weak amidst the torrential rain, yet even so, it pierced her heart like an arrow. In an instant, beautiful memories flooded her mind—whispering under the moonlight, strolling hand in hand through bustling streets… every moment seemed to replay yesterday, so clear and moving.

Her eyes gradually reddened, tears welling up as if they would burst forth at any moment. She strode towards him with boundless energy, her heart filled with eagerness and anticipation. However, as she drew nearer, she discovered that Catherine had already knelt before him.

"Why did you have to come in such heavy rain..." the man said with heartache.

Catherine's voice was choked with sobs, and she could barely utter a complete sentence. All her pent-up grievances and longing finally found an outlet, turning into a torrent of tears that streamed down her face.

He slowly reached out and gently wiped the water droplets from her cheek. His fingertips lightly caressed her delicate skin, as if trying to confirm that the person who haunted his dreams was not just a figment of his imagination.

The rain showed no signs of stopping; large raindrops pounded the ground with a resounding patter. Yet, within this small space, the atmosphere was exceptionally warm, as if the raging storm outside had no effect. Although time had passed and years had flown by, and the two had been separated for a long time, the feelings they held deep in their hearts had never faded.

Catherine's hand, as light as a butterfly, gently landed on the man's chiseled, resolute face. Her fingertips trembled slightly, as if touching a priceless yet fragile treasure: "I heard you changed your name, Rong Jiajia. You're really something! Does changing my name mean I'm no longer your fiancée? Back then, we agreed that after I turned 18, we would walk down the aisle together."

The man before them, named Rong Huaizhi, possessed a face so perfectly sculpted it was like a masterpiece by a master sculptor. Every line was perfectly proportioned, the sharp angles astonishing, further accentuating his already striking features, making him appear like a majestic mountain peak, strong and upright. In terms of appearance alone, the two were almost identical, but upon closer comparison, one would find that Rong Huaizhi possessed a more extraordinary and handsome aura than Si Yanjing. Every smile, every gesture, naturally exuded a unique masculine charm, a charm that, like a magnet, deeply attracted the gaze of those around him, making them involuntarily captivated and enchanted.

Although the relentless rain had left him somewhat disheveled, it couldn't diminish his stunningly beautiful face. Raindrops slid down his thick eyebrows, past his long, deep-set eyes, down his straight nose, and finally settled on his slightly upturned lips. All of this combined to create a breathtakingly beautiful scene.

“Back then…” Rong Huaizhi’s voice was deep and magnetic, like a melodious cello piece, as he gently and patiently explained to Catherine, “I was in a very serious car accident. I was seriously injured and lay unconscious in bed for a full six months. When I woke up again, I was shocked to find that I had missed your 18th birthday.” As he said this, a deep sense of guilt and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Hmph, Rong Jiajia, what do you have to say now? Do you really think you can fool me? If you were unconscious at the time, then who sent this money?" Catherine crossed her arms and stared intently at Rong Jiajia.

Rong Huaizhi hesitated for a moment, his lips trembling slightly: "I...I don't know, maybe it's my older brother..."

Catherine raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Do you think I'd believe that? Rong Jiajia, stop playing tricks and tell the truth!"

Rong Huaizhi gritted his teeth, inwardly groaning. He didn't know how to explain this to Catherine.