A Hot Kiss After the Snow Melts

[Seeking advance readers for My Ex-Husband Panics After the Divorce] ★ Gentle, flirtatious beauty X chaste, icy man ★ Secret office marriage / heroine flirts first, hero pursues later / both sexually inexperienced, sweet romance Shen Tianqing fell in love with Fu Jingmo at first sight. She was seventeen that year, and Fu Jingmo was twenty. The languid young man in a white shirt and black trousers sat on the bay window in the library, reading. The hot summer breeze drifted in and ruffled the hair on his forehead. He tilted his head in discomfort, and his gaze happened to meet hers from behind the bookshelf. Her heart skipped a beat. That hot breeze stirred something in her heart, too. Years later, when word spread that the Fu family was arranging a marriage alliance, Shen Tianqing's heart stirred. She took the initiative and approached Fu Jingmo. She told him that her ex had hurt her, and that she wanted to find someone equally uninterested in love and be a couple in name only. But he said, "We'll be married for one year, and we won't discuss feelings. Aside from necessary social engagements, we'll stay out of each other's business. After the divorce, I'll give you a very generous settlement." Shen Tianqing was a little disappointed. Only one year? But one year was better than nothing. She nodded lightly, smiling as she replied, "Sure. Money is much easier to deal with than men." * In the eyes of the socialites in their circle, Fu Jingmo had always been an ice mountain that could never melt. With his handsome, refined features, he could capture your heart without lifting a finger. But he was always restrained and chaste, keeping his distance from women. You could pine for him and suffer for him, but he would remain unmoved. So when they learned that Fu Jingmo was going to marry the gentle, quiet second daughter of the Shen family, they didn't think much of the match. One was cold, the other introverted. Could two such tongue-tied people really make a marriage work? They were just waiting for the divorce! But after waiting and waiting, what everyone saw at a banquet was Fu Jingmo, as cold as snow on a mountain peak, pressing Shen Tianqing against the wall in the back courtyard and kissing her passionately. His voice was hoarse with jealousy. "So, am I better at kissing, or was your ex?" The socialites eavesdropping: ??? This makes no sense! * During the time Fu Jingmo was pursuing Shen Tianqing, he was jealous of her ex more times than he could count. Then one day, he saw a photo from years ago, showing himself reading on that bay window. On the back of the photo was a line of delicate handwriting: [Fu Jingmo, how can I make you like me, too?] My Ex-Husband Panics After the Divorce In the eyes of outsiders, Gu Xitong was the gentle, domestic, virtuous, and flawless wife of the eldest son of the He family. But in private, she owned a bar and transformed into a masked little vixen every week, bewitching everyone in sight. She was also an anonymous internet singer with tens of millions of fans, and a cool, fearless racer who drifted around the track. Of course, before the divorce, no one knew any of this except her best friend, least of all her husband of convenience, He Qili. In the blink of an eye, their agreed-upon three-year marriage came to an end. Gu Xitong and He Qili divorced amicably, and she received three billion yuan in compensation. From then on, the newly rich Gu Xitong was free to be herself. She could go clubbing, race cars, or sing and dance whenever she wanted. But why did He Qili keep showing up more and more often whenever she did those things, and why was he looking at her differently? One day, dressed in a dark green qipao with black hair and red lips, Gu Xitong lazily lifted the man's sharp chin and breathed, "Mr. He, don't tell me you've fallen in love with me?" The handsome man in a neat suit closed his deep-set eyes. His long, hot fingers seemed to casually grip her slender waist. With a slight tug, he pulled her into his arms, his voice low and hoarse. "Xixi, let's get married again." - Before the divorce, Gu Xitong had always seemed like a gentle, domestic woman, almost to the point of being boring in He Qili's eyes. He was boring, too, so it was no surprise that in three years of marriage, they never sparked a thing. It wasn't until after the divorce that He Qili realized how little he knew about his ex-wife. The bewitching little vixen onstage at the bar where he met his friends was her. The internet singer with tens of millions of fans, whose ethereal, clear voice he had quietly followed and tipped, was her. The driver of the red sports car he spotted at the racetrack when he went out to blow off steam with friends after work was her, too. He Qili laughed in exasperation, but beneath his irritation, his heart was in turmoil. He was panicking. - One night, after getting drunk, Gu Xitong had an indescribable encounter with her ex-husband. She enjoyed it and thought it might be fun to keep going, so she continued their relationship. But as time passed, her ex-husband's freakish stamina, concealed all those years behind his chaste demeanor, came to light. She panicked, too. With a tearful voice, she cursed him. "You're a bastard! I'm done playing. Don't come looking for me again!" In the hazy darkness of night, the man's broad hand, his fingers long and well-defined, easily caught the slender ankle she kicked at him. His usually proud, noble head bowed in submission, and hot kisses covered the pale skin in his palm. Her tearful voice broke. The man leaned over and held her down, his words forceful and uncompromising. "Xixi, even if we're divorced, you're still mine." Theme: Meeting the right person matters