Shen Qingci and Fu Sichen
Three years ago, she was his mistress. He paid, she gave him her body, and they called it even, owing each other nothing. When they broke up, he tossed her a bank card. “There’s enough on it to last you a lifetime.” She refused it, left the country, and vanished without a trace.
Three years later, she came back as his executive secretary.
Fu Sichen had waited three whole years for this day. He faked bankruptcy, staged an accident, and laid traps, using every means at his disposal to force her back. This time, he wouldn’t let her go.
But she had changed. No longer gentle or obedient, she was as cold as a blade. She looked at him with even less warmth than she would a stranger.
“Mr. Fu, please show some restraint.”
“Song Qingci, I remember every inch of you. And you’re asking me to show restraint?”
The office, the elevator, the parking lot late at night... He pursued her like a madman, kissing her and forcing her to admit it: you still love me.
She denied it, ran from him, and pushed him away again and again. Yet one night, she clung to him in tears. “Fu Sichen, I hate you... but I hate myself even more for still loving you.”
When the truth of their past came to light, and the child they had lost became a wound between them that would never heal, she vanished again. This time, the arrogant Mr. Fu knelt in the rain, his eyes red as he begged her, “Don’t go. Please.”
A groveling chase to win back his wife, with kisses from beginning to end. When his cold former lover becomes his personal secretary and the domineering CEO turns into a devoted lapdog, the first to fall in love loses. But he had lost completely from the very start.
