[Coming Soon: My Ex-Boyfriend Came Back to Life]
Blurb:
Years after breaking up, Rao Qing'an and Fu Xiao unexpectedly meet again.
At the time, she is drunk, watching all her friends paired off, and regretting her choices. "If I hadn't broken up with Fu Xiao back then, our kid would be old enough to run errands by now!"
The room suddenly falls silent.
In the dim light, a man's features are aloof and cold, his tea-colored eyes fixed intently on her.
A mist clouds Rao Qing'an's beautiful eyes, and the alcohol gets her talking nonsense. "Hey, handsome, you look just like my ex-boyfriend... Since we seem so fated, how about adding each other on WeChat?"
The man lowers his gaze to her. "Take a good look at who I am."
Rao Qing'an looks confused and cautiously asks, "Who are you?"
Fu Xiao smiles without warmth, his voice growing sterner. "Your actual ex-boyfriend."
They meet again on a film set.
Fu Xiao is an investor admired and surrounded by everyone, but he's as cold as ice, and no one can get close to him easily.
Meanwhile, she's an actress who spent years on the shelf and has fallen so far she's barely a minor celebrity.
Her agent pushes her to go introduce herself to the big shot.
Rao Qing'an's eyes dart about, her lips nervously pressed together. All she wants is to leave as soon as possible.
"Mr. Fu, I... I'm Rao Qing'an, the third female lead."
Fu Xiao glances at the hand she extends, looks away, and turns coldly to leave.
The third time they meet, rain is pouring down. Rao Qing'an sits before her father's grave, sobbing like a little beast that's been abandoned.
Suddenly, the rain sounds far away. She looks up through tear-blurred eyes and sees a tall figure dressed in black, holding a black umbrella.
Fu Xiao bends down and offers her the umbrella. Standing close to her, he speaks softly and gently. "Go home soon."
"Fu Xiao! If you're angry and want revenge, play with my feelings, but don't ruin my career! Please..." Rao Qing'an clutches his leg and cries uncontrollably, her tears pouring down like rain. "Mess with my feelings, not my career!"
Fu Xiao: "..."
*
After being dumped by Rao Qing'an, Fu Xiao spent three days and three nights wondering what he'd done wrong to make her break up with him so decisively and then vanish without a trace.
He'd been unable to let it go for years, but at last decided to forget the past and set himself free. Then one day, that bad little rabbit suddenly appeared.
The bad little rabbit clung to his leg and begged him to play with her feelings.
Hah. She'd come right to his door herself.
Also known as The Kite Trap
#I love him, so I'll pretend I don't#
#You can't step into the same river twice, but he can fall into Rao Qing'an's trap twice#
#The kite runner finally embraces his kite#
A pure-hearted actress who throws punches out in the world but is a fussy little crybaby in private X A haughty, resentful husband, an indulgent wife-spoiler, and a wolf-like, gentle, domineering CEO
[All characters in this novel are fictional and based on no real people]
[Contains some online comments. Read with caution if this bothers you.]
[A lighthearted, sweet little story]
[The author is so unpopular. Please leave comments and encouragement~]
Coming Soon: My Ex-Boyfriend Came Back to Life
Three years ago, Qiao Yisheng went abroad on vacation, got into a car accident, and came back pregnant.
After the accident, her hazy, jumbled memories led her to piece together a tragic romance: she and her foreign ex-boyfriend had met in a sweet, fateful encounter, only for him to die tragically in the end.
At a party, Qiao Yisheng looks sorrowful as she gently wipes away a tear, recounting how her ex-boyfriend died of cancer. Just as everyone is moved to tears, a cold laugh suddenly comes from a corner.
Everyone turns to look. The man who had been sitting in the dim light tilts his head slightly, revealing a handsome, distinguished young face with a high nose and deep-set eyes. His pale gray eyes fix on Qiao Yisheng, especially cold.
"Sorry, Miss Qiao. My friend just came back from abroad and doesn't understand Chinese very well. He was only laughing to be friendly, haha~" The man beside him hastily tries to smooth things over.
Qiao Yisheng puts away her displeasure and smiles graciously. "It's all right."
*
To fend off her family's nagging about marriage, Qiao Yisheng joins a dating reality show, where her match happens to be the gray-eyed man from that party.
During the confessions, Qiao Yisheng sadly recounts her past with her ex-boyfriend. Song Chenshu remains expressionless and unmoved.
The online fans who had been passionately shipping the Shu-Sheng couple see Song Chenshu's lack of reaction and flood the internet with tears over this couple that's about to end in tragedy.
Qiao Yisheng's heart sinks. She too thinks there's no chance for her and Song Chenshu. Then, unexpectedly, he hands her a document and lifts his chin slightly. "Open it and take a look."
It's a paternity test for her son and Song Chenshu. The results say there's a 99.99% chance that the two are father and son.
Qiao Yisheng's eyes widen in shock. She draws a sharp breath, her hand trembling slightly as she holds the report. "My ex-boyfriend... wasn't he dead?"
Song Chenshu smiles in delight, each word dripping with icy menace. "That's right. I crawled back from hell to find you, my darling."
*
Three years ago, Song Chenshu met a woman. She was radiant and seductive, mysterious and elegant, and so good at getting men undressed that she left him, a man who'd never been in love, completely bewitched.
But on the very day he asked to take her home, she sneered, "We were just having fun. Why take it seriously?"
After that, she disappeared.
Until one day, he ran into her at a party. She was using their story to create a persona as a devoted lover, with him dying a tragic death in her tale.
Song Chenshu gritted his teeth in fury: Okay. Just fine.
Later, he saw a boy who looked seven or eight parts like him as a child run up to Qiao Yisheng and call her "Mom."
He froze, then slowly curled his lips into a smile.
Qiao Yisheng, you will never escape my grasp in this lifetime.
#My ex-girlfriend keeps telling everyone I'm dead#
#My dead ex-boyfriend suddenly came after me#
A radiant, seductive, socially fearless, flirtatious heiress X A cold and ruthless Russian-Chinese tycoon with an obsessive streak
Theme: Treasure the people you have now.
The novel is very interesting, why don't many people read it? The male protagonist is different from other bosses hhhh, but it is really interesting. It's a good thing that the female protagonist didn't piss him off when she said she was sick hhh
Years of experience watching dramas tell me that screenwriter Meng is the Scarface Killer
Can we not write so much dialogue between netizens in the novel? A little is enough.
So He Yichen is also sick?
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha the small theater is so funny
Brothers are like brothers and sisters, women are like clothes. People can still live if their limbs are cut off, but not wearing clothes is against the "Public Security Management Regulations" (doge)
The novel is very interesting, why don't many people read it? The male protagonist is different from other bosses hhhh, but it is really interesting. It's a good thing that the female protagonist didn't piss him off when she said she was sick hhh
Years of experience watching dramas tell me that screenwriter Meng is the Scarface Killer
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Can we not write so much dialogue between netizens in the novel? A little is enough.
So He Yichen is also sick?
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha the small theater is so funny
Brothers are like brothers and sisters, women are like clothes. People can still live if their limbs are cut off, but not wearing clothes is against the "Public Security Management Regulations" (doge)
Aren't you on your period?
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It's okay, the third dimension is important. I will wait for you obediently.