The CEO Regrets It and Starts Chasing His Wife in Every Way

“Fu Chenye! We’re divorced!”

“Baby, that’s not up to you.”

“I’ll never love you again. We have nothing to do with each other.”

“You’ll fall in love with me again. I have all the time in the world, even if I have to lock you up...”

I married the man I had always longed for at nineteen, but he seemed different from the boy I remembered. He didn’t love me. I struggled to hold on for three years, only to receive a divorce agreement with a single word. It turned out he loved someone else. Two years later, after all that time had passed, I came back, and he told me the divorce agreement was invalid. I was his.

A tale of love and possession, a race to win someone’s heart: could we catch up with the footsteps of our childhood and return to where we began?

Fu Chenye, I don’t want to love you anymore. Even if every other man in the world were dead, I still wouldn’t love you again.

He was cruel