A Brief Refuge

The day before He Xuenini's divorce, her husband and his mistress died in the same car accident.

She got the inheritance, and her husband was dead.

For a moment, she didn't know which one to celebrate.

By day, she wept in public. By night, she put on elaborate makeup and sought comfort with a 188-centimeter college athlete.

When she tired of him, she went to the medical student she'd sponsored. He gave her a scalp massage and asked curiously, "When's your husband's funeral?"

Just thinking about it annoyed He Xuenini.

She plucked a rose petal and balanced it on the tip of her nose, blowing at it for fun.

"They say they have to wait for his eldest brother to come back."

-

He Xuenini clearly remembered the first time she met Ying Cen.

The eldest son of a wealthy family, broad-shouldered and tall, handsome and sharp-featured.

She had just gotten married then, going from a saleswoman to the unpopular owner of a small beauty salon. Seizing her chance, she hurried over and ingratiated herself by calling him "Big brother." When he moved his eyelids, she swiftly handed him her business card.

But Ying Cen didn't take it.

He looked down at her, glanced at her scuffed handbag, and caught the faint scent of cheap makeup on her.

Vain, frivolous, and vulgar.

He took half a step back.

*

Later, while sitting on Ying Cen,

He Xuenini looked down at the man beneath her in exactly the same way.

* Street-smart sweet pepper × soft-hearted chocolate

* Height difference, all the men are virgins

* Written as a flight-of-fancy exercise to indulge my tastes and give my brain a thrill

Theme: Loving her is like kissing fireworks