Remember, I Don’t Take Back an Ex

[Translator X Diplomat]

Six years ago, his eyes red, he said, “Chen Yuzhi, we can break up, but I never take back an ex. Whoever comes crawling back is a dog!

Then he turned around and blocked her on every contact platform.

Six years later, in Anchorage, Chen Yuzhi was in charge of interpreting for a high-level strategic dialogue. She followed the delegation down the aircraft stairs, when the consul general quietly told the foreign minister, “This time, we’ve borrowed First Secretary Wen Yu from the embassy.”

Her whole body stiffened. She could only lower her head and walk past him.

He was a young diplomat from a family of diplomats. She was the Foreign Ministry’s most promising rising star in the Translation Department. They were colleagues again, yet more distant than strangers. He smiled and shook hands with every official, but his eyes followed her the whole time. She clenched her fists and told herself, He never takes back an ex, and she wouldn’t be the one crawling back, either.

Until the Foreign Ministry’s New Year reception.

“Yuzhi, what about you? Have you found someone to settle down with?”

She smiled. “I have a boyfriend.”

Wen Yu tightened his grip on his chopsticks.

“Chen Yuzhi, you’re dating someone?” In the hallway outside the reception, he snatched her phone and pinned her against the wall.

“Yes. We’re dating, we’ve slept together, and we’re getting married.”

Wen Yu kissed her without hesitation.

A sharp slap rang out.

“Wen Yu, remember what you said: you never take back an ex. Are you a dog?”

“Woof.”

Later, he had to fly ten thousand kilometers away again.

Chen Yuzhi stood before him and said softly, “For our country, I’ll wait for you willingly.”