Shen Fei's friend Qiu Qiu said that sleeping with her old classmate after seven years apart meant their old romance had been rekindled.
Shen Fei frowned and thought it over. Could what she and Cheng Fei had really be called rekindling an old romance?
After all, in Shen Fei's somewhat faded memories, for a long time she'd been the one secretly pining for him, all by herself.
When Cheng Fei saw Shen Fei again, she had a child with her, and the child called her Mommy.
That day, he felt absolutely awful.
Later, he showed up at her doorstep drunk, having even decided he was willing to be the child's bargain-bin dad...
Babies, my next book is The Night Flows. Please add it to your collection. It's a story of love and growth: a rookie employee and a devil of a boss marry first, then fall in love, with the physical coming before the emotional.
A man in power finally lowering his head VS. a flower blooming from the dust
Nightfall lifts the veil covering everyone's face.
He Xu first met Wen Siyu late at night in a popular bar.
The young woman wore a white T-shirt and jeans, her hair tied in a high ponytail. Hugging a huge canvas bag, she sat nervously on a tall stool in the corner.
Already in a terrible mood, he couldn't help smiling at the sight, as if he'd spotted a silly rabbit that had wandered into a pack of wolves.
Later, he saw her accept a drink from a strange man. In a rare moment of kindness, he stepped in to help, only for her to mistake him for a creep.
He watched her flee in a panic, then raised his hand to examine the tooth marks she'd left on its back.
Remembering those tear-filled, impossibly clear eyes, he felt something fierce stir in his heart for the first time, something akin to a desire to destroy...
The second time they met was at an interview for a world-renowned Fortune 500 company.
He was the lofty interviewer, while she was the nervous little rookie.
She watched a cheerful, sunny 185-centimeter-tall young man walk out of his office in tears.
She wanted to run, but heard someone call, "Wen Siyu, you're next!"
The young man stood casually before the blinds. His blue shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the name badge identifying him as the CEO of such-and-such Group was neatly clipped above the left breast pocket of his shirt. His cold gaze fixed on her.
The woman before him wore a white shirt and a black knee-length skirt. Her long hair was pinned up, and her frightened eyes looked strangely familiar.
"Miss Wen, have we met somewhere before?"
Desire surged through him, making him determined to have her.
By a twist of fate, he kept her by his side in the name of marriage.
They agreed it was simply a deal in which each would get what they needed, and neither would fall in love.
By day, they were a strictly professional boss and subordinate, worlds apart in status.
At night, they were newlyweds, practically strangers, whose life together was intense and tumultuous.
He told her, "I need a simple, unpretentious partner who expects nothing from me."
She was sensible and knew her limits. She gave him an experience unlike any he'd had before, yet never made a single demand of him.
He was perfectly satisfied with their arrangement.
Until one day, she said to him, "Mr. He, I want to end our contract early."
For the first time, he lost control in front of her. Ignoring her wishes, he pinned her against the bathroom sink and asked her over and over.
"Why are you leaving?"
Her eyes red, she silently shed tears without saying a word.
Only then did he realize how terribly wrong he had been.
The first one to fall in love loses everything!
Theme: No matter how many twists and turns, the right people will always find each other.
