The Heat of Summer

Xia Wanwan got married without a wedding or a diamond ring. She married into the Yan family, becoming the wife of their son, Yan Yu, who was in a coma and had lost the use of his legs.

She didn't complain, because she owed Yan Yu this much.

On a sweltering summer day, Xia Wanwan moved into the cold villa with just one small suitcase.

With her careful attention, Yan Yu woke up. But he had a bad temper. Unable to move his legs, he spoke coldly to Xia Wanwan and even bluntly accused her of doing all this just to save the Xia family.

Xia Wanwan's kind companionship was always met with a cold sneer from Yan Yu.

At last, after two years, Yan Yu's legs recovered. He returned to the racing world as its golden boy, basking in boundless glory.

The weight lifted from Xia Wanwan's shoulders. She had repaid her debt to him and wanted to start her life over.

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The sound of children's reading rang out from a mountain village primary school. Xia Wanwan, a volunteer teacher, wore a floral dress, her sweet face brimming with energy.

In the principal's office, beside a weathered wall, stood a tall man. His handsome fingers turned over an old thermos on the desk, while the sunlight traced his refined, slightly cool features.

At the door, Xia Wanwan's smile froze. She turned to leave.

A hand caught her by the forearm and easily pulled her back.

Yan Yu pinned her against the wall, one eyebrow raised. "Long time no see, Mrs. Yan."

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For two years, Chen Yangyang stayed in the spacious apartment, waiting for Chi Cheng to come home now and then.

He gave her the best of everything. He liked holding her close and whispering in her ear, his fingertips exploring her slender waist.

They were so intimate, yet Chen Yangyang knew his heart was full of hatred.

A few years earlier, the Chi family had found their illegitimate son, who had been living away from home. It was Chen Yangyang's father who had led him to them. She still remembered the tall, thin boy's icy expression, and how the last trace of warmth disappeared from his eyes...

This life had lost all meaning. Chen Yangyang didn't want to be controlled anymore, so she laid everything out and left.

Chi Cheng didn't take her seriously. He had already shackled her feet. Leave? With those wings that had long since atrophied?

Two months later, he could no longer find any trace of her.

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In a new city, Chen Yangyang, all alone, was dragged by her coworkers into a matchmaking date. Her fitted dress was elegant and graceful, and she moved with poise.

The man across from her seemed gentle and polite, and was clearly pleased with her. He kept refilling her glass.

Just as they were about to exchange phone numbers, a hand grabbed Chen Yangyang's wrist and dragged her away before she could react.

In a dim corridor, her back pressed against the cold, hard wall as a tall figure loomed over her. The familiar oppressive presence washed over her. She looked up and saw that icy face.

Chi Cheng clasped her fingers tightly, rubbing them one by one, his long eyes narrowing. "Chen Yangyang, I remember we were engaged."

Who gave her permission to back out of something that had already been decided?

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Wushuang began serving Gong Tuo when she was fifteen, attending to him from his fresh-faced youth to the elegant gentleman he was now.

Outsiders all said she was favored by the Earl's heir and lived comfortably, with no need to rise early and work late.

Only Wushuang knew how careful she had to be, afraid of taking a single wrong step. That so-called affection was only lukewarm. In Gong Tuo's eyes, she had always been nothing more than a servant.

Youth slips away all too quickly. She didn't want to live out her days like this. She planned to save enough to leave the household, live an ordinary life, and find an honest man who would accept her.

When she gently brought up the idea to Gong Tuo, he smiled faintly and said nothing.

His Wushuang had always been gentle and obedient. She was only being so careful now because his family was arranging a marriage for him, making her uneasy and overly concerned about him. With good food and a comfortable home, he didn't believe she would leave.

Before he left on a diplomatic mission to a foreign land, he had someone send a lot of things to her room, as a way of appeasing her.

Half a year later, Gong Tuo returned to find her room empty. His family told him that someone had bought Wushuang's freedom and taken her away.

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On her wedding day, Wushuang stood in an empty bridal hall in a bright red wedding dress. There were no guests, and her future husband was nowhere to be seen.

The man in the seat of honor held a cup of tea. As handsome and elegant as ever, he gazed at her coolly.

Wushuang couldn't help stepping backward. Her eyes reddened with anger. "My lord, I am already free."

Gong Tuo stared at her alluring face, remembering the feel of that slender waist beneath his hand. He laughed in anger. "Is that so?"

He had kept her all these years and watched her grow into what she was. He hadn't done it just to let someone else have her.

Theme: Through the gale and the rain, the sun still shines in my heart.