But He Called Me Baby!

I died once.

My boyfriend, the person I trusted most, and his new lover worked together to push me into the abyss.

On the seventh day after my death, no one in the world held a memorial for me. Then Jiang Yan appeared, the business king who had always seemed beyond my reach while I was alive. He held my portrait and wept as if his heart were breaking. Then he killed every one of my enemies.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the confession scene.

I look at the insincere man before me, smile faintly, and turn away. Amid the crowd’s stunned silence, I walk toward Jiang Yan in the corner.

Rising onto my toes, I tug his tie. The moment our lips meet, I announce, “I confessed to the wrong person. You’re the one who’s my boyfriend.”

I think we both understand that we’re just using each other.

Until someone plagiarizes my design and he makes a surprise appearance at the competition as my final judge;

I’m cornered in the rain at night, and his convoy “coincidentally” clears the whole street of thugs;

I’m left alone on a variety show, and he appears out of nowhere, takes my hand, and says, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

The whole world mocks me for climbing the social ladder, waiting to see him cast me aside like trash.

Until I enter the study he forbids anyone to visit and see the wall covered in photographs: the path I took in my previous life, from my vibrant years to my silent death.

I corner him against the wall, my voice trembling. “Jiang Yan, have you been following me?”

But he pulls me into his arms with such force it feels as if he might crush my bones, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

“It wasn’t following you. It was fate. I’ve waited for you through two lifetimes… This time, I’ll be the one to protect you.”

(A super-sweet romance)