On Our Wedding Day, My Groom Was the Online Lover I Deleted

The thing Su Zhixia regrets most in her life is finding a late-night companion on an anonymous app back in high school.

For two years and 366 voice messages, a man called “Night Boat” kept her company through the darkest days of her life.

The night before the college entrance exam, overcome by insecurity, she sent him one last “Thank you,” then decisively deleted her account and vanished without a trace.

Four years later, Su Zhixia walked into Chenguang Design Group with her resume in hand.

In the conference room, the youngest vice president, famed for his icy demeanor, strode through the door.

His gaze swept past everyone and landed squarely on her. His long fingers tapped lazily on the table.

“Su Zhixia?” His voice was low and hoarse, his smile edged with barely restrained anger. “The Su Zhixia who deleted her account and ran away?”

Her blood froze. She could recognize that deep voice carved into her bones even with her eyes closed.

She thought this was just a workplace disaster. She had no idea that he had spent four whole years searching for the account she had casually deleted.

With nowhere left to retreat, she was pinned between the desk and his chest. A cool, woody scent spread silently around them.

“Su Zhixia, after running for four years, where do you think you can go now?”

Her eyes reddened, but she stubbornly retorted, “That’s all in the past. President Shen, please behave yourself.”

Shen Yezhou gripped her chin, his thumb brushing the beauty mark beneath her eye. His voice was possessive yet aggrieved. “Who said it was in the past? You owe me 366 good-night messages. You’ll spend the rest of your life paying them back.”