I Lost My Memory Before Our Divorce by Agreement

Zhu Qing fell down a flight of stairs and lost her short-term memory.

Her best friend brought over a mature, abstinent beauty with an icy aura. "Let me introduce you. This is your wife."

Zhu Qing's mouth formed an O. "Wow."

What had she ever done to deserve such a beautiful wife?

Her best friend calmly explained:

"You got drunk, slept with her, and left after having your way with her. Then you refused to take responsibility."

Zhu Qing: ...!!

She'd been celibate for twenty-two years and didn't even know how it worked. How could she possibly have had her way with someone and left?

Her best friend sneered. "Right, you didn't know what you were doing and hurt her badly. But it's fine now. She wants a divorce by mutual agreement."

Unable to find any proof to refute this, Zhu Qing still tried to put up a fight.

"Why divorce, though?"

Her best friend looked at her, at the end of her tether. "Because you don't fulfill your duties as her partner, and you abuse her."

Zhu Qing: ...What kind of person am I?!

-

At a law firm, two identical copies of a divorce agreement lay on the table.

Li Lan had just finished a runway show and had squeezed time out of her busy schedule. She kept glancing at her watch.

A fresh-faced young woman poked her head in, cautiously snatched up the agreement, and tore it apart. Looking awkward, she said, "I have a lot of marital property, so dividing it would be difficult. Besides, I have a pretty good temper. How about we talk it over..."

The marriage contract had expired, and the person who'd sworn she'd never renew it suddenly wanted to discuss things?

Li Lan, who earned tens of millions a year, raised an eyebrow and did her best to remain composed. "All right."

-

After being discharged from the hospital, Zhu Qing remembered why they were divorcing and took the initiative to fulfill her duties.

Late at night, her face red, she said, "Um, I'll be a little gentler with you."

Li Lan's gaze grew more intense.

The next day, Zhu Qing was sprawled on the bed, her voice hoarse and her eyes red as she asked in confusion, "I only have to fulfill this duty once, right?"

Li Lan kissed her swollen lips, taking her time. "If you cry, we'll do it again."

Zhu Qing let out a loud wail... then clamped her mouth shut > <

Later, Zhu Qing realized she'd completely misjudged her.

Li Lan wasn't some tragic wife enduring humiliation. She was a big, sly wolf, carefully laying her plans step by step.

It was true that someone had been left thoroughly satisfied. But Zhu Qing was the one who'd been eaten alive.

And the abuse was real, too. Afterward, she often gave Li Lan the silent treatment all by herself. (Smiles.)

She was the fool who'd walked into the trap and let the wolf into her home!

Divorce. Absolutely, they had to divorce.

Until one day, at an entertainment-industry party, a minor celebrity invited Li Lan to dance. Zhu Qing, seeing red, rushed up to her. "Don't dance with her. You're mine!"

Li Lan instinctively put an arm around her waist. "All right. I'm yours."

Older, considerate, generous, possessive, scheming top x timid, playful, mischievous bottom who brings trouble upon herself.

Reader's guide:

1. One-on-one, both leads have only ever been with each other. The daughter is not biologically theirs. Eight-year age gap.

2. They dote on each other. Not suitable for readers who are extremely protective of either the top or the bottom.

Please add my next book, "The Socially Anxious Straight Girl's Blunder," to your reading list.

Yin Ci has been feeling troubled lately.

While all her friends spend their days looking at suggestive pictures of men, with screens full of abs and heavy breathing...

She's developed feelings for a female piano blogger.

Her heart races, she can't take her eyes off her, she can't eat or sleep, and she's lost ten pounds.

With no other options, she went online for advice.

"I'm a woman, but I like women's hands."

A kind netizen offered an answer.

"This might be a sign of emotional repression. I suggest going out more, meeting new people, leaving your comfort zone, and embracing a new life."

As a veteran shut-in, Yin Ci agonized over it for a long time, but eventually signed up for classes: calligraphy in the morning, dance in the afternoon, and singing in the evening.

In less than a week, Yin Ci was exhausted and had reached a state of total detachment, as if she'd ascended to immortality.

She gratefully replied to the netizen: "This new life is great!"

The next moment, the piano teacher from the studio upstairs took her phone. Her fingers were long and pale, and her face exquisitely beautiful.

"You like my hands?"

Yin Ci: ...!!!!!!!

Whose hands?!

Yin Ci snatched her phone back and turned away coldly. "You must have seen it wrong."

-

Shi Qing noticed Yin Ci downstairs on her very first day at work.

With her fluffy mushroom-cut hair, she kept her head down whenever she spoke to anyone. If someone got a little too close, she blushed, giving people the impression that she was an easy target to bully.

So even though this type was exactly her taste, Shi Qing held herself back and didn't make a move.

Until one day, she caught sight of the honest girl's phone wallpaper: a hand-drawn sketch of her own hand.

The veins, the texture of the skin, the smooth nails, the curve of each bend: every line was crystal clear and stunningly beautiful, radiating intense sensuality.

Shi Qing paused, then smiled.

Things were getting interesting.

-

Later, Shi Qing used the hands Yin Ci had long admired to tease and tempt her, gently stroking and lingering, over and over, until Yin Ci finally broke down.

With a smile, Shi Qing leaned close to her ear. "I'll tell you what it's called when you like women."

Yin Ci looked up, all pitiful. "What is it called?"

Shi Qing: "It's called 'wife.'"

Yin Ci choked back tears. "Wife."

Big bad wolf top x socially anxious little fox bottom.

Theme: True love can overcome any trial.