The story between Ji Yuncong and me is simple.
We loved each other.
But I loved money more than romance, so I left him and married a famous tycoon.
I thought I could just lie flat for the rest of my life, but unfortunately, the tycoon died young.
As for Ji Yuncong, the ex-boyfriend who had been so cruelly abandoned by me, he had become one of the rising stars in our circle a year ago.
At the funeral, I dabbed at my tears and looked up at him pitifully. He put on a false show of sympathy and said, "My condolences, madam."
In public, he was her husband's friend. In private, he bound my hands and forced me to look up at him, his gaze icy. "Song Mian, do you regret it?"
I nodded, tears falling like pearls.
Then I lured him deeper in.
Afterward, I sat at the head of the bed and lit a cigarette, deeply regretting that Ji Yuncong was rich now and no longer poor like before. Otherwise, I would have tossed him a bank card and kept him as my boy toy.
My husband was dead, and half his estate was mine. Free to do as I pleased, I planned to get tired of Ji Yuncong and go try someone else's flavor.
But the stupid bastard Ji Yuncong had not only gone back to his ex, he also seemed determined not to let go of poor little me.
And somehow my dead husband suddenly came back, too.
*The main story is told in third person. Inspired by a comment on Weibo.
*Blurb written on 2022/12/26.
Theme: There is always a way back
