After that ridiculous night, Ji Ning put on her clothes and looked at the man on the bed coldly: "We are just sex friends. What I want is true love, and you can't give it to me."
The ten seconds Lu Xingzhou was silent became the deepest thorn in her heart.
We met again three years later. She was Party B of the advertising design team, and he was the cold and picky Party A.
Lu Xingzhou slapped the schedule on her desk with dark eyes: "This time, the liquidated damages will be set higher."
He thought he could still use material things to maintain the relationship as before, until he saw the miniature version of him at the entrance of the kindergarten holding a woman's hand and calling "Mom" in a babyish voice.
At that moment, Mr. Lu, who had always been invincible at the negotiation table, knew for the first time what fear meant.
He cornered Ji Ning with red eyes: "The child is mine, and so are you."
Ji Ning, however, just pushed him away calmly: "Lu Xingzhou, three years ago I asked you if you loved me. You owe me ten seconds, and now it takes you a lifetime to pay it back. Isn't that too much?"
