Lu Zhiyun asked her boyfriend countless times to go to performances with her. He always coldly turned her down, claiming he was busy with work. "I've got better things to do. Life should be about pursuing something."
After they broke up, Lu Zhiyun really did find something to pursue!
She became an award-winning singer-songwriter, and her past relationships were a mystery. Gossip accounts spun all kinds of stories, one moment posting "LZY's Ordinary Ex-Boyfriend Looks Heartbroken and Lost," the next, "A Tycoon Splashes the Cash: LZY Is Set to Marry into Wealth"...
True or false, the whole internet was waiting for Lu Zhiyun to respond.
*
Feng Xianfei was a leading figure in the commercial aerospace industry, known for his cool self-restraint. He was like snow on a lofty mountain, there to be admired from afar and never defiled.
In everyone's eyes, Lu Zhiyun and Feng Xianfei belonged to two different worlds.
Until one evening gala, when everyone was astonished to discover that the ever-busy Feng Xianfei had time to watch a performance.
A famous journalist approached him and followed his gaze to the captivating singer onstage, then jokingly brought up her rumored romance:
"Lu Zhiyun has an ex-boyfriend who's an ordinary guy."
Feng Xianfei froze. "I'm that ex-boyfriend... What does 'ordinary guy' mean?"
Journalist: ?!
Still shaken, the journalist hurriedly made something up. "An ordinary guy is someone who doesn't eat meat. It describes someone with no worldly desires."
Feng Xianfei gave a bitter smile, a faint, melancholy light passing through his eyes.
"The only thing I desire is her."
*
At the after-party following another gala, someone saw it with their own eyes:
That "ordinary" ex-boyfriend, looking every bit the refined gentleman, was pleading with red-rimmed eyes for another chance.
Feng Xianfei pinned Lu Zhiyun against the wall, his grip on her waist hurting. She bit down hard on the side of his neck, her expression fierce.
The bite mark immediately welled with blood, and a deep red stain spread across his shirt collar.
Yet Feng Xianfei laughed, his voice tender and affectionate:
"Keep going..."
Only then did Lu Zhiyun realize that Feng Xianfei seemed like a madman.
Too bad.
He wasn't what she wanted.
Tips:
1. Both leads are each other's first and only, one-on-one romance, happy ending.
2. Indulgent, satisfying, and sweet.
Theme: May love and dreams go hand in hand!
So why were you so cold to her before? So men are all mean? Only when you lose it will you appreciate it?
The next book is "Sweet Panting", please save it! Female college student In Qin Heting's collection room, there are countless famous watches, some of which are priceless, and some of which are unique. But Qin Heting's favorite watch was when he first met Dong Shuwei, the button of her blouse hooked his watch. That day, he was a guest at a high-end medical conference, and she was a college student in charge of the etiquette reception. After a night of absurdity, Dong Shuwei completely disappeared from Qin Heting's world. Until one day, she felt unwell and went to the hospital. Qin Heting was seen wearing a spotless white coat, sitting dignifiedly in the consulting room. Dong Shuwei subconsciously wanted to escape, but he heard Qin Heting ask calmly: "Patient Dong Shuwei, what's wrong with you?" Dong Shuwei hesitated: "Heartbeat... Unstable." Qin Heting slowly hung up the stethoscope and slowly raised his eyes to look at Dong Shuwei: "Sit down and lift up your shirt."
Hahahahahahaha, thank you for your hard work, Assistant Deng.
I don't understand... Isn't it a breakup? Isn't it a problem? Isn't this?
The "hair bun" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ Hairpin
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