Weren't You the One Who Wanted a Divorce?

[Dear readers, I never said this was a groveling story. There's no groveling, no groveling. This is simply a second-chance romance.] Rong Xia has a first-rate face, first-rate acting skills, and top-tier opportunities. Even a three-minute cameo in a movie can win him an award. People call him the "Russian Heartthrob." That combination would make anyone an overnight sensation, but somehow he remained lukewarm for years. The reason... #Rong Xia got married young# His fans mourned his misfortune (?) and scolded him for wasting his potential. * An accident left Kou Yajun without any memories of their five-year marriage. He forgot his relationship with Rong Xia, but somehow still remembered that he wanted a divorce. Kou Yajun: If you love me, let me go! Rong Xia: Oh... (disappointed) * After five years of marriage, one day he was married, the next he was divorced. #Rong Xia is finally divorced!# The news of the divorce set off a frenzy. The fans rejoiced, while the ex-husband sighed. * Subordinate A: Rong Xia has a lot of "those kinds" of scenes in his new show. Kou Yajun: ??? Subordinate B: Someone saw Rong Xia and another person going into the same hotel today. Kou Yajun: ??? Subordinate C: Boss!! The boss's wife’s first love is back in the country!!! Kou Yajun: ??? #What do I do if I regret getting divorced?# Rong Xia scratched his head. What else can you do? Weren't you the one who wanted a divorce? Bonus scene 1: Rong Xia: I don't want to dye my hair. Kou Yajun: Then don't! Rong Xia: I don't want to go on a variety show. Kou Yajun: Then don't! Rong Xia (propping his chin on his hand): I don't want to remarry. Kou Yajun: Then don't... No! You can't say that! Rong Xia grabbed a big handful of shredded divorce papers and threw them at him. Get lost. Bye! Bonus scene 2: Ex-boyfriend A: Xiaxia is finally divorced! Time for me to swoop in! Ex-boyfriend B: Xiaxia, you must be exhausted from filming. Let me give you a massage! Kou Yajun: All of you, get out of here! (Waves a broom Even without memories of the past or traces of the life they shared, the instinct to love you is still there. If I could do it all again, I'd still love you. Rong Xia is the top. He has one-quarter Russian ancestry, and his natural hair is light blond, though he usually dyes it black. He has ex-boyfriends, and the uke is his third partner. If this story doesn't suit you, please leave. Unsolicited writing advice is declined. Here are two upcoming stories. Upcoming story 1: My Boss's Pocket-Sized Cutie Ran Away!, synopsis: A carefree, pretty top who just wants to lie flat x a possessive boss bottom Poor Yu Ning worked himself to the bone, obsessed with making money, and accidentally died from overwork. He transmigrated into a melodramatic novel as a cannon-fodder character with the same name. The protagonist only saw him as a substitute for his white moonlight, and planned to toss him aside once he was no longer useful. The little cannon fodder, however, fell in love for real. In the end, the protagonist kicked him out of the house, and his fate was unknown. The protagonist said coldly, "Isn't the money I give you enough? You can't expect to get anything but money from me!" Yu Ning: Money? That sounds great! Yu Ning looked at the king-size bed that could fit four people beneath him, took in the luxurious four-story mansion, and greeted the eighteen smiling servants lined up to welcome him. Tears of joy betrayed him, dripping from the corner of his mouth. Yu Ning slowly lay flat. I don't want anything else. I just want money! This is perfect. All he has to do is diligently play the substitute, and he'll have an easy life with all his food and necessities covered, plus plenty to buy! Why not lie flat and enjoy it? So in public, he fully embraced the professional skills of a substitute, saying "Yan Xi, you're so handsome" one moment and "Yan Xi, I care about you so much" the next, showering him with sweet words. ...Only Yan Xi knew that some people said, "Yan Xi, you're my god," but in private couldn't even remember how to write their own name, and still expected him to serve three delicious meals a day. What a little tyrant. Is this what a little tyrant is? Even worse, the little tyrant later ran away!!! [Yu Ning: You're a good person (crossed out), your money is so good (crossed out, crossed out). I've earned enough money, so you and your white moonlight can live happily ever after! Best wishes!!] Yan Xi dragged him back, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Running away again? Where do you think you can go?" He gripped Yu Ning's chin and said fiercely, "You won't go anywhere in this life except stay by my side!" Upcoming story 2: The Demon Lord's Hundred Secret Identities All Love Me, synopsis: A cool, quiet, and slightly clueless immortal top x a boisterous, overthinking demon lord bottom. Both are the strongest and best at controlling the situation. Everyone in the Three Realms knows that Shen Zesu and Immortal Lord Jian Fang are sworn enemies. Shen Zesu: That Jian Fang is pretending to be righteous and above worldly concerns again. What a hypocrite! I will find his weakness and expose his true nature! As luck would have it, Immortal Lord Jian Fang descended to the mortal realm to undergo a trial of love. Shen Zesu: Heh heh, what a perfect opportunity. After much deliberation, Shen Zesu came up with a great plan: He would put on a hundred secret identities, make Immortal Lord Jian Fang fall for one person today and another tomorrow, and date N people at once, until the whole scheme inevitably came crashing down! Later... Shen Zesu, looking miserable: Do you like him or me? Do you like him or me? Do you like him or me?! Immortal Lord Jian Fang rubbed his forehead helplessly. So the brilliant doctor, the considerate prince, and the mischievous, mean-spirited disciple... were all your secret identities? Shen Zesu: QAQ #Turns out I was the one who got exposed# A sweet story about the two of them descending to the mortal realm to fight monsters and fall in love. Theme: Everyone is unique, and even kindness shown without thought can be noticed