[Bloody sadomasochism + wife chasing crematorium + sister-brother love sweet pet + refreshing article counterattack]
She was a weed growing up in an orphanage, and she tried her best to accompany him to build a family from scratch, from eating steamed buns in the basement to watching his company go public. When she became successful and famous, she was willing to take a back seat to prepare for her pregnancy. She felt her three-month-old baby in her belly, thinking that her happiness had finally come to fruition.
But when he came home late, he smelled of unfamiliar perfume; his pockets contained lipstick that didn't belong to her; when she asked with red eyes, he coldly uttered three words: "I don't love her anymore."
What's even more ridiculous is that he wants her to put up with his worries and cling to this empty marriage for the sake of his business empire. She insisted on divorce, but was mercilessly placed under house arrest by him. The former sweet lover became the devil imprisoning her.
She fled with the ball, lost her baby in the process of wandering around, and fainted on the streets of a strange city. When she woke up, she saw in front of her a young man five years younger than her. He had clean facial features and saved her life with his hard-earned money.
The young man came from a miserable life, his parents were injured while collecting wages, so he had to drop out of school and set up a stall to make a living, but he has gentleness and responsibility engraved in his bones. She stayed by his side, and the two started at a breakfast stall, licking each other's wounds and growing romantically involved.
Just when she thought her life was finally stable, her regretful ex-husband came to her with money.
Delayed affection is worse than grass. He knelt in the rain and confessed. He tried his best to save her, but he bumped into the young man who refused to give in - "I can afford the stability she wants. You never understand."
