They had been married for two years. The heroine held herself above everyone else, seeing the hero as a worthless live-in son-in-law.
She fell for another man and trampled on his sincere love, only coming to her senses during their divorce cooling-off period.
The deliveryman husband she had looked down on
was a top soldier living in seclusion, a mysterious big shot wielding immense power,
and the man who had once given her all his tenderness.
When she learned the truth, regret tore her apart. She swallowed her pride and desperately chased after him.
But the hero, who had once indulged her in every way, was now as cold as ice and utterly unyielding.
“I know I was wrong. Let's get married again.”
The man's gaze was indifferent:
“You chose this path. It's too late to turn back.”
A gentle first love waited for him with unwavering devotion, while a sweet, wealthy heiress boldly moved in with him.
One rival after another appeared, as business competitors and feuding elite families closed in at every turn.
The hero crushed everyone in his path, dazzling the crowd, but had nothing left for her but cruelty.
Red-eyed, the heroine chased after him. “What do I have to do to make you look at me again?”
The hero turned back, his voice cutting and cold:
“You treated me like trash back then. Now I'm out of your league.”
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The streets are full of rotten vegetable leaves again