Su Nianwan had been secretly married for two years, but had never met the husband everyone talked about.
Not even on the day they got their marriage certificate or the day they exchanged it for a divorce certificate.
In the blink of an eye, five years went by.
When they met again five years later, her ex-husband sent her favorite red roses every day. She had her assistant throw them in the trash, then filled her room with the ones she'd grown herself.
Even after a hundred days of sending flowers, the roses her ex-husband brought were still tossed in the trash.
Her ex-husband was utterly baffled.
One night, he pinned her, drunk, against a wall in the parking garage.
“Miss Su, are the flowers I send you poisonous?” her ex-husband asked, irritated.
She gave a faint smile. “The flowers aren't poisonous. You are. So I'm afraid I can't accept them.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, a good horse doesn't eat the grass behind it. You said that yourself. Don't you remember that we used to know each other?”
“...”
“Who are you, anyway?”
She crooked a finger at him, and he leaned closer. Su Nianwan pressed her red lips to his ear. “Huo Mujiao, I'm the... ugly girl you refused to marry five years ago!”
Later
Huo Mujiao took her to the rose garden he'd planted himself and dropped to one knee. “Mrs. Huo, I was wrong. Let's get married again!”
😄😄😄
Good-looking, good-looking 😘