My Weekend Lover Is Actually My Boss II

They say that if you make it through the three-year slump and the seven-year itch, love can settle into a calm, steady flow. We thought that after overcoming every obstacle and enduring every hardship, our happily-ever-after would begin. But when we shared a bed yet dreamed different dreams, when our embraces no longer felt warm, when the restlessness and boredom in our hearts turned into a sudden stranger in our love, we found ourselves at a loss. She still stood at the peak of success, looking down at my ordinary life, while I could gradually no longer see her in the distance. The gulf between our social standing was like a deep, treacherous channel, and once again we sank into the mire. “I told you I’m your streetlamp. No matter how hard the wind blows, how heavy the rain falls, or how dark the night gets, I’ll stay rooted deep in your heart. You can reject me a thousand times, and spend your life with someone else. Ten years from now, you’ll see I’m still right here, still loving you.” I’m You Feifan. For Lan Feiyi and our child, when love hit a red light in our tenth year together, I began outwitting mistresses and dealing with scumbags. Theme: