Zhu Duoqing always knew Lin Ji was easy to push around. He had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and no matter how shamelessly she acted, Lin Ji always went along with it.
She could leave whenever she wanted, kiss him whenever she wanted, sleep with him and then run off without taking responsibility.
Even when Lin Ji was furious, all he did was bite her lip during a kiss. The night she left, he chased her to another country.
This went on until the third time Zhu Duoqing disappeared without a word.
Lin Ji stopped being gentle. He tracked her down, tied her to the bed, and kissed her so deeply she could hardly breathe.
Zhu Duoqing said insincerely that he could regret it if he wanted, but the man cut her off forcefully.
"I regret it. I regret that I let you go so easily back then, and made you think I was some dog who'd obediently wait right where you left me.
"When you tried to leave, I should have taken your passport, made your parents hand you over to me, and locked you up in the villa in Fangshan, so you couldn't take a single step outside without my permission for the rest of your life.
"How could I have been so stupid? Out of a million ways to stop you, I let you run away for so long."
[An evil silver-shaded tabby girl x the childhood friend who's the mistress with the status of the wife]
[Alluring jewelry designer x cool-faced, warm-hearted photographer]
P.S.:
1. A short novella.
2. Includes a little school-life content.
3. The heroine is a coward who wants to have it both ways.
[Coming soon: Mingming. Please add it to your reading list~]
[Obstetrician-gynecologist x funeral-industry tycoon | Coward x punching bag | Marriage first, love later / rekindled romance]
Qi Jiuru saw Qiao Yiming again at her grandfather's funeral.
She watched Qiao Yiming arrange a paper funeral wreath. He wore sandalwood beads on his wrist, and when he raised his hand, the cold blue veins beneath his skin showed through, making him look even paler.
That night, her grandmother pressured her into agreeing to marry Qiao Yiming.
After they married, Qi Jiuru left early and came home late, often sleeping at the hospital.
But whenever she came home, a handsome man in an apron would be waiting for her with a steaming hot meal.
Holding a bowl of soup, with steam curling around her, Qi Jiuru heard the man across from her chuckle. "Can you stop being afraid of me now?"
No one knew that a certain person always appeared in Qi Jiuru's nightmares during high school.
He carried the scent of incense, candles, and cold rain. His pupils were black, and one look felt like staring into the end of life.
Qi Jiuru shouted at him through her tears in front of her mother's gravestone: "It's all your fault! Why did you have to visit her?!"
She cried herself exhausted, and Qiao Yiming carried her on his back. Her tears fell onto his shoulder.
Qi Jiuru heard herself say hoarsely, "Qiao Yiming, I'm afraid of you. Let's never see each other again."
Qiao Yiming never went to the hospital where Qi Jiuru worked, nor did he ask to meet her friends.
Until one day, Qi Jiuru forgot to bring her ID.
He dropped it off at the hospital entrance. As soon as he lowered the car window, one of Qi Jiuru's colleagues spotted him and asked in surprise, "Isn't that the owner of the funeral wreath shop? You two...?"
Qiao Yiming tried to cover for her, but Qi Jiuru kissed him.
"He's my husband."
#Our professions span life and death
#Our love has nothing to do with life and death
Blurb written on 2023/11/30
Theme: Follow your heart.
