Stirring Up Trouble [Broken Mirror, Mended Again]

[Complete] Pickle-Cured Pork Bones. Now accepting advance follows.

Qi Yuan hated someone so much that she lost her reason and tormented him again and again.

The last time, her friend called him to give him a piece of her mind.

"He's on the verge of dying!"

"Please stop looking for him!"

"He doesn't have nine lives for you to summon and dismiss whenever you please!"

After hanging up, she was teary-eyed.

Yin Cheng.

Her first love had borne the brunt of all her worst emotions during the catastrophe in her life. She shouldn't go looking for him again.

So Qi Yuan learned to pick herself up from the ruins.

At last, she became an outstanding person, and it was as if her past nightmares had never happened.

Five years later, she returned.

His friends kept a close watch on her, afraid she would seek him out again.

But she no longer needed him.

Yin Cheng had once loved someone so much that he became obsessed.

The last time, she called and told him never to look for her again.

He promised her, "I'll keep this number. If you call, I'll come right away."

But she didn't call again for five years.

In the eyes of outsiders, he had settled down.

He hadn't.

In those five years, he went to her city seventeen times.

One day, it poured with rain.

She was dressed to the nines, sharing an umbrella with her boyfriend as they passed his car window.

Yin Cheng's eyes turned red. He nearly broke down crying beneath her apartment building.

His one great love could do anything and date any number of people, and he would still wait willingly, even if it took the rest of his life.

Later, they got married, leaving everyone in shock.

Then her ex-boyfriend showed up.

His eyes were red and his voice trembled, as if enduring the aftershocks of an eight-year-long earthquake. "Don't look at him... Look only at me!"

His generosity and patience crumbled away, leaving only the fear of losing her.

Only then did Qi Yuan finally realize:

She wasn't the only one hurt by that calamity that had come out of nowhere.

Both virgins, healing each other.

Upcoming novel, Pickle-Cured Pork Bones:

Su Qianwu got married to an ordinary salesman. Apart from being poor, he was perfect in every way.

The once-rich young lady had walked right into the graveyard of marriage. She still looked beautiful, but like a piece of meat that had been pickled: no longer fresh or healthy.

Good material gone to waste.

As the youngest son of the Jiang family, Jiang Zhuo was sidelined from childhood.

He clawed his way up until he finally took charge of the family.

The little girl who had given him a warm, radiant smile when he was at his most miserable as a child had gone bankrupt.

On a night of relentless rain,

Su Qianwu fell off her electric scooter into a puddle by the roadside. Onlookers mocked her, while Jiang Zhuo got out of his luxury car, ready to play the savior.

She picked up her scooter, put her helmet back on, and rode off into the rain as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Zhuo stood beneath a custom Rolls-Royce umbrella, the corner of his mouth lifting in regret. He thought, They really do belong to different worlds now.

After marriage,

Su Qianwu attended a banquet that was a trap. She wore a qipao, had her hair pinned up, and played the zither.

During the meal, an investor behaved inappropriately toward her.

She left in a sorry state.

Afterward, she heard a fellow alumna trembling as she asked, "Do you know Jiang Zhuo, the youngest son of the Jiang family?"

Su Qianwu was stunned. She knew Jiang Zhuo, her new husband, but she didn't know the Jiang family's youngest son, Jiang Zhuo.

Were they the same person?

That night, rumors spread that Jiang Zhuo, the Jiang family's youngest son, notorious for his ruthless nature, had shoved the investor who bullied Su Qianwu into a pot of steaming broth.

His eyes were red. He wore the shirt of an ordinary salesman, its buttons popping open one by one as he moved, revealing a tattoo of dragons and tigers that covered his chest, wild and fierce.

He leaned down and growled in the man's ear, "You called her a piece of pickle-cured pork bone?"

"Ever tried pork stewed with bamboo shoots and salted pork?"

"I'm Jiang Zhuo, and I love that fresh flavor."

A down-on-her-luck heiress with a remarkable ability to take things in stride × the Jiang family's head, who became a salesman for love

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