Their marriage had been like a fleeting reflection, over in a flash as they went their separate ways.
When they met again, he had traded his glamorous, custom-tailored suit for the ordinary life of a Didi designated driver.
By a twist of fate, he accepted her booking. Everything was ready, and the car had just started when the boyfriend in the back seat put an arm around her waist and gently pinched her chin. "Darling, you drive. This designated driver reeks of poverty."
She watched him quietly make room and get out, then take his folding bike from the trunk again. He bent at a polite ninety-degree angle. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
All he got in reply was, "Get lost."
Under the dim streetlights, his back stayed bent, motionless. His voice held no hint of emotion. "Of course, sir. Have a safe trip."
There was no trace left of his former arrogance in his every servile gesture. He seemed like a completely different person, and gradually faded into the night in the rearview mirror.
The second time they met, he was still down on his luck, pushing that battered folding bike and carrying a child. She called out "Daddy, Daddy" in a childish voice.
He seemed to have spotted her long ago and nodded to greet her from a distance. When she came closer, he told his daughter, "Be good and say hello to Auntie."
* Business rivalry, divorced couple, rekindled love
* Not a groveling-to-win-her-back story, and no second male lead takes over
* The heroine is not the child's mother
Theme: I suddenly came to my senses and realized I had loved you for a long time.
