I Don't Love Him That Much

◆ Upcoming: Divorce? Fine. and Secondhand Teddy Bear. Princess, please add them to your collection.

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Qin Xi only ever made two mistakes in his life.

Before Zhou Yan Hui got married, he didn't pursue her.

After Zhou Yan Hui got married, he still couldn't stop thinking about her.

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Before he turned thirty, Qin Xi was famous for being dispassionate and free of desire.

After thirty, he let his desires run wild.

Everyone knew that all he ever thought about was making money, making money, and making more money.

Zhou Yan Hui was utterly unimpressed: If you're going to make money, then get on with it. Could you stop thinking about getting with me?

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◆ Blurb for upcoming Divorce? Fine.

After three years of making their marriage work, Wen Zheng and Xixi still got divorced. His friends, afraid he'd do something rash, came to comfort him. But Wen Zheng merely wore a dark expression and said coldly, "So we got divorced. It's no big deal."

They met again at the pub Xixi had just opened. A drunk had splashed red wine all over Wen Zheng, leaving a glaring stain on his expensive tailored shirt. Xixi came over to smooth things over, but when she saw it was him, she froze for a moment. "I'll pay for it."

A few minutes earlier, Wen Zheng had sent the drunk at the next table a bottle of good wine. When the man came over to thank him, Wen Zheng quietly made a request. The drunk looked confused, so Wen Zheng repeated himself: "Splash me."

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◆ Blurb for upcoming Secondhand Teddy Bear

Many years later, Mo Jia still kept on her bed the secondhand teddy bear she'd rescued from the trash can next door. Before it became secondhand, she'd once seen it in the arms of the handsome young man next door. Back then, its fur wasn't so curly, its color wasn't so dull, and its sparkling obsidian eyes were still there.

Later, Mo Jia happened to see a pair of ink jade stones at an auction that would be perfect for the bear's eyes. On her social media, she lamented: "If anyone buys these for me, then whatever kind of relationship you say we have, that's what we'll have." That afternoon, her phone went wild with notifications. The handsome young man next door sent her a photo of a piece of ink jade resting in his palm: "Any kind of relationship?"

Theme: Love others only after learning to love yourself.