My ex-boyfriend’s WeChat is still pinned to the top of my chats. He broke up with me because he thought we “weren’t from the same world.”
From Shangjing to San Francisco, Wei Mei never expected that an exchange program would bring her together with Jiang Qianye again.
He was the most polished specimen of a promising career in a powerful family, while she was the most conspicuous piece on the board of capital. They should have been the messiest footnotes in each other’s youth, until the California sun burned through every disguise.
Beneath Wei Mei’s spoiled pride was a deep insecurity. Beneath Jiang Qianye’s restraint smoldered a hidden fire. Shu Yao and Chen Yuzhou masked their deep affection with bickering.
This was the wildest trip of the summer when they were seventeen.
It was the forbidden game of an ex-boyfriend becoming “Brother Jiang” again, and the delicate reconciliation of a sworn rival handing over a bottle of orange juice.
It was a kiss by the pool, the dim yellow lights of a convenience store, the noisy breeze on the basketball court, and a dangerous, passionate daydream about “stuffing someone into a sack.”
Sooner or later, the dignified and steady Commander Jiang will be forever at Wei Mei’s beck and call.
“Wei Mei, after you came after me, how could I not take the bait?”
“Wei Mei, please love me.”
