As a student, Fang Li fell in love with a poor boy. The pampered young lady, who had never lifted a finger around the house, bent for love for the first time.
To get closer to Meng Bianxu, she washed dishes at a restaurant, just to have more chances to talk to him and grow closer.
Even so, the boy looked at her coldly, distant and indifferent. “This isn't a place you should be.”
Then disaster struck. Meng Bianxu's mother was in a car accident and needed a huge sum for treatment. The boy swallowed his pride, but still couldn't raise enough money.
Fang Li handed him all her pocket money. His eyes were red with tears, but filled with disgust. “What are your terms?”
“I want you to be my boyfriend. And I want you to marry me someday.”
*
One stormy night after their wedding, their car broke down on a mountain road. With no hope of help, she called Meng Bianxu.
He arrived in no time.
In the dark, rain poured down as Meng Bianxu held up an umbrella, his long fingers braced around it. He bent over to check the car, rain running down his taut jaw.
“The engine's broken. I'll have a tow truck take it to the shop tomorrow. The puddles up ahead are too deep.”
“Get down. I'll carry you across.”
After ten years of unchanging coldness, of one-sided love, she knew you couldn't force love and expect it to be sweet.
All the hurt she'd endured over the years erupted in that moment. “Meng Bianxu, let's get divorced.”
*
Meng Bianxu had only two wishes in life.
First, for his mother to be healthy. Second, for A Li to be happy.
When they were young, poverty and hardship forced him to bury his love in his heart. She deserved someone better to love her.
He'd kept his feelings hidden, but when she spoke of leaving, his restraint crumbled completely.
“You were the one who came after me first. Now that you've started this, don't expect to let go for the rest of your life.”
Everyone called him a mad dog, but Fang Li had no idea.
“A Li.” He gripped her chin and held her captive in his arms. “Don't stop loving me.”
Reading guide:
Bittersweet romance.
A slow-burning, everyday love story.
Theme: None for now.
