The Disabled Mogul’s Blunt-Spoken Wife Ran Away

[Main story told in third person]

I'm eighteen, and I have a crush on someone: my uncle. Of course, we're not blood-related, and we're not on the same household register. I'm just living with him as a foster child.

I love my uncle's handsome face, which is almost always expressionless. I love how he always buttons his shirt right up to his neck, even though the lines of his chest look so good to touch. Even his legs, paralyzed and resting in a wheelchair, look so abstinent and beautiful to me.

I confessed to my uncle, but he rejected me, saying the twelve-year age gap was too much and that I was just a kid fooling around.

I kept confessing, and he played deaf; I persisted, and he remained unmoved; I tried again, and he told me to let it go.

One day, I saw a man get out of my uncle's car. He pushed the wheelchair with one hand and draped the other over my uncle's shoulder. They looked very close.

Heartbroken and miserable, with the college entrance exams coming up, I decided to focus on studying.

But I always rank first in the school, so I don't have to work especially hard. Still, I don't want to go home, so I often stay at school on purpose until late.

Then came the turning point. After I'd stayed out late yet again, my uncle wheeled himself in front of me and asked sternly, “Why have you been coming home so late lately?”

I blurted out, “I've been on dates.”

I saw my uncle freeze. He didn't speak for a long time, his eyes half-lowered and somehow a little dangerous.

It was as if a lightbulb went off in my head. From then on, I stopped confessing to my uncle and stopped asking him to be with me. Instead, I kept telling him who I'd gone out with that day.

At first, my uncle didn't reply to my messages. He seemed not to care at all. Later, though, he called me, brief and utterly commanding: “Come back now. I want to see you within five minutes.”

I thought I'd gotten my uncle right where I wanted him, so I took the chance to confess again. I was rejected again.

I gave up for good.

After the college entrance exams, I went to a university far away and came home only once a year. My uncle must have missed me too much to bear, because he kept messaging to ask when I was coming home.

University life was great, and lots of people were pursuing me. I wasn't going back.

Me: “I'm going to get a room with my boyfriend.”

That day, my uncle called me 108 times. I didn't answer.

Later, after eating my fill, I took a picture of my slightly rounded stomach and sent it to my uncle: “I'm pregnant. I don't even know if the baby's my current boyfriend's or my ex's.”

When I woke up the next day, I was shocked to find myself back home. Even worse, I was in bed, unable to move more than three meters.

At that moment, my uncle was standing, yes, standing, beside my bed, looking down at me with an expression cold as ice. “I had someone examine you. You just ate too much. You're not pregnant.”

I broke out in a cold sweat. “Oh...”

My uncle continued, “Since you're so eager to have a baby, have one with me. If you can't, you won't be leaving this villa.”

*One-on-one, older man, both sexually inexperienced, no children

I'm an actor, thirty years old. I debuted at twenty-seven and won Best Actor three years later. Everyone says I'm exceptionally talented. Everyone knows I'm married. We've been married for ten years, and my husband and I are deeply in love. People in and out of the industry envy me because I have both a successful career and a happy love life.

No one knows that I forced my husband into marrying me.

He doesn't love me. He only stayed with me for ten years because I had money, power, and influence, and he couldn't fight back.

In the tenth year of our marriage, I got tired of living like this and asked for a divorce.

Zhou Shugui didn't love me, so I thought he'd be happy, even overjoyed, when he saw the divorce papers.

He wasn't.

He just glared at me resentfully with eyes so red they seemed ready to bleed, as if I'd abandoned him.

The wicked always get their comeuppance. I got into a car accident and died.

Then I came back to life.

This time, I returned to the age of eighteen.

Back then, Zhou Shugui had just transferred to my school and joined my class. According to my memories, the teacher would assign him to sit beside me, and I would shamelessly begin forcing him to be with me...

This time, I was going to be a good person, so I refused to sit beside him and kept my distance.

We were two parallel lines, with no further connection. Life passed peacefully, and the years were undisturbed.

Until one night, a male classmate walked me home. He told a really funny joke, and I laughed the whole way.

After he left, I turned to open the door. I had just pulled out my keys when a tall figure suddenly rushed over, pinned me against the door, restrained my hands, and gripped my chin. A voice I had known intimately for ten years, dark and trembling with fury, demanded, “What are you to him? Su Tianli, are you going to love him now?”

P.S. The main story is told in third person.

Theme: Chase the sun and moon, and take in the mountains and rivers.