The two things Wen Ci hates most in life are rain and Xie Lin.
So when Xie Lin appears beneath a black umbrella outside her law firm on a stormy night and says, “My fiancée would like you to handle her divorce,” Wen Ci smiles more coldly than ice. “Mr. Xie, my consultation fee is eight thousand an hour. I suggest you make an appointment first.”
As she turns away, he grabs her wrist. His palm is burning hot. “What if I’m the plaintiff?”
Five years ago, one text from him saying “Don’t wait” left her standing alone in the rain. Five years later, he offers her shares worth tens of billions to represent him in court. His name is in the plaintiff’s box, and his claim reads: “For unlawfully taking possession of someone else’s affections and refusing to return them to this day.”
She thinks he has come to atone. She doesn’t know that day 1,826 is the day he was diagnosed with stomach cancer.
He thinks she has come for revenge. He doesn’t know that her drawer holds 365 unsent letters, and the 1,826th says: “Xie Lin, I’ve waited until day 1,826.”
“Love means meeting as equals, and willingly admitting defeat.”
A glamorous, sharp-tongued lawyer × an obsessive, devoted tech tycoon
Rekindled romance | The husband chases his wife to the crematorium | Mutual redemption |
