Negative Distance

[After the breakup, what you can't forget is your ex's abs]

At a meeting with a business partner, Fang Song'an spotted the boyfriend she'd broken up with five years ago.

He wore a bespoke suit and a neat side part, speaking fluent foreign languages as he held forth in the world of high society.

There wasn't a trace of the student he'd been five years earlier.

She watched his lips move, but didn't take in a single word.

All she could think about was stripping that respectable, corporate-executive exterior off him.

His legs were long, straight, and strong beneath his suit trousers. With every movement, the faint outline of a ring showed near the top of his thigh.

He was wearing shirt stays...

The heat intensified, but she still had some sense left.

He was in charge of the business partnership now. She couldn't sleep with him.

That night, Fang Song'an received a private message.

Under dim, sultry lighting, the man's abs were sharply defined.

There was also a voice message apologizing, as cool and distant as he had been in his youth.

"Sorry, I sent that by mistake."

Fang Song'an smiled and typed two words.

"Looks good."

Less than half a minute later, he sent two more pictures.

His white shirt from earlier was damp, clinging to his skin with a faint blush of color and the steamy traces of a recent shower.

"President Fang, shall we discuss business?"

"Room 1706."

He Nian had always known what attracted Fang Song'an most about him.

He'd known for five years.

Whenever Fang Song'an saw his body, her eyes were full of unmistakable desire.

But that wasn't all he wanted.

He fought his way into her social circle and finally got the chance to see her again.

He tempted her with the thing she liked best.

Then he watched her leave without looking back.

He'd been abandoned for the second time.

Coming Soon: Bad Seed

Huang Qianfan had always excelled at school and followed the rules. She'd never made a single mistake.

It took her six years to earn her grandmother's trust.

Then, at a friend's birthday party, a red-haired guy in a floral shirt and baggy shorts blocked her way.

"You're the one who framed Huang Yifeng. I saw you."

"If you don't want anyone else to find out, go out with me."

What an idiot.

Suppressing the urge to swear at him, Huang Qianfan called security and had him thrown out.

Ten years later, Huang Qianfan set the Huang family estate ablaze, burning it to the ground and burying all the dirty, shameful memories in the ashes.

Standing on the ruins, she thought back on the twenty years of her life, her expression dazed.

Suddenly, an engine roared behind her.

A red sports car sped toward her, its color as conspicuous as the red hair of the man in the driver's seat.

"Got your revenge. Coming with me?"

Theme: Live well