My Late Ex-Husband Has Regrets

Liu Simian learned from a young age that everyone would eventually leave. Better never to begin than to suffer a loss. She was utterly cold and indifferent, but Jiang Lan was an exception. The rich young heir, raised on piles of money in Nancheng, couldn't read the room and was determined to force his way into her dull little world.

“Liu Simian, won't you pay me a little attention? Just once, okay?”

One day, in a quiet moment, Liu Simian thought she could finally enjoy some privacy. Jiang Lan bared his teeth in a grin. “Then I can enjoy your privacy, too.” The young man's love was sincere and passionate. Before she knew it, Liu Simian had fallen willingly into the web Jiang Lan had spun.

“I'll love Liu Simian forever and ever.”

“I'll love Jiang Lan forever and ever, too.”

The young man sank beneath the icy river on an 18-year-old's winter day. Six years passed without a trace of him. When they met again, he had become the lofty Chairman Jiang, with not a trace of affection left in his eyes.

“Miss Liu, I've met plenty of women like you before. As long as you pay enough, anything can be arranged. What do you want?”

“Give me back the 18-year-old Jiang Lan. He's all I want. Don't make promises you can't keep. Let's never see each other again.”

At 24, Liu Simian had everything, except that the boy who couldn't even solve math problems at 18 was never coming back. The young man who used to ache whenever she frowned now remained unmoved, no matter how much she cried.

Liu Simian had always known when to make a clean break, yet she couldn't cut the thread of affection. Perhaps the saddest, most pathetic thing in the world was that she still loved him. But no matter how much she loved him, she would never turn back.

As she was leaving, a familiar pair of hands gripped her tightly. “Chairman Jiang, what are you doing? What gives you the right? Just because I once loved you?”

“Xiaomian...”

“Xiaomian, my heart hurts so much. Won't you pay me a little attention? Just once.”

Snow fell over Nancheng once more. Childishly, the man shook the trees, showering them both in snow. The abandoned dog realized its owner really wasn't coming back and clamped its teeth around the man's sleeve.

Cool-headed, steadfast small-town girl vs. arrogant, unruly, manipulative young heir

Reunited after years apart, rekindled romance, some groveling

Theme: The wind can't be caught, but I'm determined to try.