Su Wantang died at the hands of the man she had loved for ten years.
She once thought that if she were sweet and warm enough, she could thaw Lin Fan’s heart. During their three years of marriage, she cooked for him, endured his coldness, cared for his sick mother, and even kept smiling when his first love provoked her.
Then came the car accident. Trapped in the mangled wreck, she watched Lin Fan’s phone screen light up: “Is she dead? Does that mean we can be together now?”
His only reply was: “Yes.”
When she opened her eyes again, she was slumped over a desk in a university classroom. The sunlight was glaring, and Lin Fan, sitting beside her, impatiently rapped her on the head. “Su Wantang, copy my notes for me. Hurry up!”
Su Wantang smiled.
This time, she would never give him what he wanted. She would never be a naive pushover again.
Pei Siyuan, the campus heartthrob she had overlooked in her previous life, began looking at her with a dangerous glint.
Student council president Luo Junhao bumped into her while carrying some papers. His ears turned bright red, and he looked like a startled little puppy.
And Lin Fan, the man who had sent her to hell with his own hands, watched in confusion as she packed her books, still unaware of what he had lost.
Before long, the whole university knew that Su Wantang from the foreign languages department was being pursued by all three campus heartthrobs.
Later, Lin Fan knelt in the rain, his eyes red, and asked her, “Tangtang, can we start over?”
Su Wantang looked down at him and spoke softly:
“You’re in the way of my date.”
