1,
Meng Xingzhi's arranged-marriage fiancé cheated on her, so she flew home in economy class overnight to tear into him.
When she turned her head, she found a devastatingly handsome man in the seat beside her.
He wore an old shirt, but it was clean and neat, and he had a cool, restrained air. His deep, dark eyes held a hint of weariness that was almost intoxicating.
Meng Xingzhi's heart skipped a beat. Pretending to be casual, she struck up a conversation: "Are you going back home for something?"
"I lost my job," he replied, pressing his fingers to his brow. "I'm going back to look for work."
Meng Xingzhi was delighted. She pinched her thigh hard, grimaced at the pain, and, eyes brimming with tears, choked out, "I just found out I have a terminal illness. I don't have long to live, and now my fiancé's cheated on me. I'm so miserable."
"I can't rest in peace unless I make that bastard pay." She took off the watch she had bought for twenty million at Sotheby's and, without waiting for an answer, shoved it into his hand. "Help me. Let me die without regrets."
2,
Meng Xingzhi went to confront her fiancé.
He burst into tears. "Xingzhi, how could those random women ever compare to you? You're the only one who makes my heart flutter!"
Meng Xingzhi shyly covered her face. "Mine fluttered too."
"You have feelings for me too?!"
Meng Xingzhi's face went blank. "I felt the baby kick."
Her fiancé's face turned green. "Whose baby?!"
Meng Xingzhi looked over. The man's tall, lean figure appeared, and she shyly took his arm. "The baby's father. The little one kicked me so hard."
Her fiancé's eyes widened, then his face went white. "Y-you..."
Meng Xingzhi: "...What?"
She slapped him. "Who are you calling a homewrecker?!"
3,
The Song family was in crisis. The Third Master Song, who had long since struck out on his own, was summoned in their hour of need and returned home to take charge of the family business.
Rumor had it that the Third Master Song was ruthless and would spare no one, not even his own family. The Songs were deeply grateful that he was willing to come back.
No one knew that years ago, when the Third Master Song had been invited home for his nephew's engagement banquet, he had wrapped an arm around a woman's slender waist in a shadowy corner.
She fell into his arms, her lipstick leaving an intimate red mark on his collar.
Flustered, she didn't dare look at him. She quickly straightened up and tossed out a hurried, "Thank you."
Then she went and took her fiancé's arm.
Her face beaming with smiles.
Song Yan stood where he was, his gaze calm, and lit a cigarette.
The Song family was something he had once handed over willingly, something he had cast aside as worthless. It was time to take it back.
Including his nephew's fiancée.
2021.6.3
Theme: Love makes people better.
