I Heard I'm the Late Ex-Husband's White Moonlight

The year she graduated, Jiang Xingyuan married into the Tan family in place of her frail older sister, to wed the eldest young master, Tan Feiyu.

After the wedding, Tan Feiyu went away on a six-month business trip. They saw each other fewer than twice.

She knew they were true childhood sweethearts who had grown up together. Tan Feiyu had married her only as a temporary arrangement, and perhaps they would divorce in a year or two.

Before that day came, she died unexpectedly on a snowy night. When she opened her eyes again, it was seven years later.

In the seven years since, Tan Feiyu had consolidated his power and become the Tan family's sole decision-maker.

They said that marriage was automatically dissolved when a person died. Seeing online photos of her now-healthy sister attending an event with him, Jiang Xingyuan figured her marriage must have ended.

Snow fell thickly, and she had nowhere to go. She was staying temporarily at a friend's hotel when her friend glanced at the business news playing on the lobby screen. "Your husband sure plays dirty."

"Ex-husband," Jiang Xingyuan corrected him.

The people around them suddenly fell silent. As if sensing something, she raised her eyes...

The man before her came in wrapped in snow and wind, his deep gaze fixed on her. His face was unusually pale. "Come home with me."

For a certain reason, Jiang Xingyuan temporarily moved into the apartment they'd shared during their marriage.

The man held a position of power and had countless responsibilities, yet he was attentive and considerate toward her, speaking gently and tenderly, nothing like his former cold self.

But they no longer had any relationship, and this arrangement couldn't last.

Then one day, she merely took out her suitcase and packed some clothes, only to be caught by the man returning from a business trip...

The ring they'd exchanged at their wedding was forcibly slipped onto her ring finger. His burning breath lingered against her delicate skin, and amid the dizzying confusion, she couldn't help letting out a soft sob.

Still unsatisfied, he caressed her with his fingertips, his hoarse voice carrying a dangerous note he could no longer control.

"Baby, tell me again. What are we to each other?"

From the heroine's perspective, this is a marriage-first, love-later story. From the hero's perspective, he's been plotting this all along.

Nine-year age gap, seven years later.

Theme: Those who never forget will eventually hear an answer.