After My Scumbag Ex Betrayed Me, I Doted on an Amnesiac Big Shot in the Basement

To put her boyfriend through college, Wu Chunhua spent three years doing grueling labor at a brickworks. Then, on a rainy night, she caught the scumbag cheating and plotting behind her back. She didn't cry or make a scene. She took her hard-earned five hundred yuan and headed south to Guangzhou that very night, setting up a street stall in the western part of the city to make money!

She thought she'd shut her heart to love for good and live only for money. Who would have guessed she'd find He Yunzhou, the Hong Kong-style big shot she'd once met at the train station, in a filthy, stinking alley?

The man was badly injured and had lost his memory. Penniless, he was dragged back by her to a damp basement barely ten square meters in size.

In the middle of the night, beneath the dim glow of a tungsten bulb, she gripped his chin with her calloused fingers and forced him to take his medicine. His whole body tensed with pain, his hot, hurried breath brushing against her palm, while a dark, turbulent current churned beneath his shadowed eyes.

When the thread jammed in the old sewing machine, the amnesiac man instinctively leaned over from behind her. His tall, solid frame almost completely enveloped her. His long, cool fingers brushed the back of her hand as he worked the gears, and his husky voice sounded beside her flushed ear: "Press the pedal. Don't get distracted."

She'd only meant to use this refined "block of wood" as a free repairman and squeeze whatever value she could out of him. Instead, he carefully maneuvered her straight into his arms!

Later, her scumbag ex came crawling back to beg for another chance, only for He Yunzhou, now with his memory restored, to stomp him into the dirt. The once-formidable Mr. He turned around and pinned Wu Chunhua against her cramped stall. His long fingers clasped her waist, his gaze dark and intense, his voice domineering yet coaxing: "Chunhua, you promised to take care of me for the rest of my life. Where do you think you're going?"