President Fu's Long Road to Winning His Wife Back

1. The Fu family hosted a banquet, drawing Jiangcheng's elite. The children were playing in the garden when Lin Enxiao lost a game and had to run over to Fu Xun, who was reading under a tree. She shouted, "Brother Xun, when I grow up, I'm going to marry you." The seventeen-year-old had striking features and wore a crisp, cool white shirt. He said lazily, "Kid, go play somewhere else." That night, Lin Enxiao dreamed that the handsome older boy beneath the tree sprouted wings and flew into the sky as an angel. #From then on, Lin Enxiao saw only Fu Xun's angelic looks, never his devilishly cold nature.# #Later, she thought her childhood crush had come true thanks to their family backgrounds and that everything was finally perfect, but she had no idea this was only the beginning.# 2. After they married, no matter how cold Fu Xun was, Lin Enxiao relied on the ten years she'd spent secretly loving him to prop up their marriage, which felt like she was already a widow. That was until the day she heard this. "President Fu is busy all the time. Doesn't his wife complain?" The man flicked ash from his cigarette. A wisp of smoke drifted past his cool-toned suit as he smiled faintly. "We each get what we want. All she needs is status. I need a woman." Laughter from the men filled the study as Lin Enxiao crumpled in tears by the wall. That day, she wiped her tears, took off the plain long skirt she wore to look mature and docile, and let her long, straight black hair fall loose. She put on vivid lipstick and towering heels, then went to Fu Xun's desk and slapped down an agreement. "President Fu, please sign here." 3. Seeing Fu Xun grow more and more haggard, a friend teased him, "Has your wife not finished throwing her tantrum yet?" Gloom clouded Fu Xun's brow. He tugged his tie loose. "Shut up." Not long afterward, President Fu, who had once passed his own home three times without going in, made the company his home, and treated his desk like his own child, neglected the business of his financial empire just to keep an eye on what the popular female host was up to that day. Later, President Fu took off his black suit. On a freezing day, he wore only a white shirt, looking just as he had at seventeen. He cornered Lin Enxiao beneath a tree, so close their breaths mingled. His eyes burned as he said, "Call me Brother Xun again." Next novel: "Love Echoes Back," a groveling romance. 1. When Ruan Qingrang married Fu Yanzhi, everyone in Jiangcheng said she was marrying above her station. She didn't care. She loved him. From the day Fu Yanzhi honored their engagement, she was determined to make their marriage work. But after two years of marriage, their relationship was still distant. Fu Yanzhi remembered the time of every meeting, but not her birthday. He could spend all night negotiating a single clause at the bargaining table, yet begrudged her even a word of concern. The Fu family mocked her: "Your family fell on hard times, and you still managed to marry into the Fu family. You should count yourself lucky." She lowered her head with a smile and swallowed every grievance. Until the night of the car accident, when she sat alone in the empty hospital corridor, unable to get through to Fu Yanzhi no matter how many times she called. In that moment, Ruan Qingrang finally understood: Her marriage had been doomed from the very beginning. 2. Fu Yanzhi had always thought Ruan Qingrang would stay right there forever. Like the light in his office that was always on, like the cup of coffee at just the right temperature each morning. She was a quiet presence in every corner of his life. He never had to pay her any attention, and she would never disappear. It was only when she signed her name on the divorce papers that he truly looked into her eyes for the first time. There were no tears in them, only a resolve he'd never seen before. But Fu Yanzhi had never imagined that divorce could happen to him. #Behind the ideal world, there should be another passion to pursue# Theme: Learning to love and be loved.