Lunar Farmer: Richest Man, Regretful Ex

I'd suspected for a long time that Priscilla was half out the door of our relationship.About a month ago, she'd posted a social media update. Flowers, wine, steak—everything was done in exactly the style she liked. In one corner of the photo, a man's wrist had been visible, with a very expensive watch peeking out.Back in the day, just because Priscilla had said that she didn't want to be too far away from me, I'd given up going to a prestigious university in a different city and chosen a local university instead.In her senior year of high school, I'd tutored her every single day, just so her grades could reach the cutoff for the university we both attended now.In freshman year, she'd tugged at my sleeve as her tears fell. Every tear had been a hammer on my heart, making my chest go numb with heartache.I'd wanted to reach out and wipe her tears away, but I'd feared that my fingers, rough and callused from constantly gripping a hoe, would hurt her delicate skin.So, when she t

Priscilla's face went pale, then flushed red. She tried to brush it all off as a misunderstanding to get Jeremy to leave. After all, she knew very well that if her real background was exposed in front of him, everyone would find out that the so-called campus belle was nothing but a fraud.But Jeremy shook off Priscilla's hand and strode over to me. "I let you off last night, yet here you are, still having the nerve to harass my woman."I glanced at Priscilla, who looked anxious. "Are you sure she's your woman?""Of course.""Perfect. I'm the one who bought all the clothes she's wearing and that bag she's carrying. Why don't you pay me back for them?""Gideon Locke!" Priscilla shrieked and rushed up to me, looking furious and flustered.But I refused to back down. Seeing that, she had no choice but to try to tug Jeremy away."Don't listen to him," she said. "We went to the same elementary school. He confessed to me, I turned him down, and now he keeps talking nonsense. Let's just

I thought Priscilla had spotted me, but her eyes were empty and unfocused.In the end, I still saved her, but I didn't do it myself. I called the police and contacted the security guards nearby instead.We were basically strangers now, and I didn't want to get involved in her matters anymore.…The whole "going to the moon" thing was still classified, but I was spending more and more time in the lab and out in the fields.A few months flashed by. One day, as Germaine and I walked out of the lab together, I saw Priscilla standing not far away. She was in a white dress and had her head lowered, seemingly lost in thought.When she saw me come out, she bounced toward me like she wanted to throw herself into my arms. But the moment she noticed Germaine, she stopped short.She pointed at Germaine, who was shoulder to shoulder with me. Jealousy was written all over her face as she asked, "Who is she?"I merely shot her a look and tried to sidestep her.I didn't expect her to grab my

"Let go of me! Who are you people?" Priscilla cried. She'd been struggling at first, but the moment she saw me, tears spilled down her face. "Gideon, save me…"On Mr. Stark's signal, the men dumped Priscilla at my feet.He said smoothly, "She messed up before, but don't worry—I've already had her undergo hymenoplasty. I know you'll still mind, Gideon, but to ease your mind, I've prepared another small gift."A few more men in black walked in from the doorway, each carrying a suitcase. They opened them to reveal one case full of gold. The other was also stacked with gold bars.Mr. Stark said, "I hope you'll accept them."I looked at Priscilla, who lay on the floor like an object that had been patched up, then at the two suitcases full of gold in front of me. An inexplicable wave of disgust surged in me."Gideon, I know I messed up. I swear I do. Please, save me…" Priscilla pleaded.I soothed her, then turned to Mr. Stark. "Can I make a phone call before I decide?"He raised a