Fang Jiaxin is the first love of Chen Zhao Zhong.
In her youth, she was once known as the goddess of Hong Kong Island, causing countless tycoons and elites to fall under her skirt.
She was separated from Chen Zhao Zhong when he went to study in the United States. Immediately afterwards, Liu Jia Hui, with his aura of being a top tycoon and his generosity in throwing money around, turned her into a lover he kept in his mansion in Shixun Road.
At that time, Fang Jiaxin was almost like having the world at her fingertips in terms of material possessions.
She could take a luxurious private jet to feed the pigeons in the squares of London in the early morning, then take the same plane to the romantic Aegean Sea in the evening, and when she woke up, she could go shopping in the luxury malls of New York or Tokyo as she chose.
If she was not in a hurry, she could take one of Liu Jiahui’s private cruises from Hong Kong Island to the Maldives in the Indian Ocean, or to Tahiti in the South Pacific.
In short, whatever she wanted at that time was within her reach.
But even so, after Chan Siu Chung returned to Hong Kong Island, her old love affair with Chan Siu Chung flared up.
It was then that she realised that even with all the material things she had, there was still a hole in her heart that could never be filled, and that hole was Chen Zhao Zhong.
So when she ran away to America with Chen Zhao Zhong, the whole island couldn’t understand why she had left so decisively.
It was only after she arrived in America that she gradually realised that although the void in her heart had been filled, the rest was almost all empty.
She could no longer sleep until she woke up and look at a map of the world to find an impromptu destination, nor could she enjoy the world’s most expensive and finest goods and services as she had done before.
At that moment, she realised what it was that she had given up.
What she had given up was not Liu Jiahui, but all the extremes that had been accumulated in all walks of life after thousands of years of development in human civilised society.
The private jet that he used to fly in united the most sophisticated civil aviation technology in this world, as well as the best interior decoration materials, and the same was true of the cruise ship that he was on.
The clothes one wore, almost all of them the most expensive ready-to-wear in the world of merchandise, crafted by the best designers.
The jewellery she wore was probably the rarest and rarest of its kind in the world.
Even the mattress she once slept on was a work of art, hand-crafted by a group of Swedish artisans from wool harvested from horses’ tails and goats.
Her clothes, food, accommodation, food and drink were all the best in the world.
But when she eloped with Chen Zhao Zhong, she realised that although she was flying, it was so painful to sit in a cramped economy cla*s for more than ten hours, and that a cruise ship was a product of another world, unattainable.
Her clothes were no longer made by the best designers in France, England and Italy, but by women workers in third world countries, on chaotic a*sembly lines, stepping on sewing machines that smelled of motor oil, producing the same cheap clothes for millions of people.
It was at that moment that she realised what a stupid choice she had made.
It was also at that moment that she decided to do everything she could to return to Liu Jiahui’s side.
Fortunately, after she came back, Liu Jiahui accepted her again despite her past, and even welcomed her into his home with open arms after the death of her original spouse.
And for the next twenty years, she enjoyed the best of everything in the world, just as she had back then.
But Chen Zhao Zhong remained a void deep inside her that could not be filled.
Only, Fang Jiaxin, who was more realistic, understood one thing: there is a void that can actually be left unfilled.