Marriage Planned for a Long Time

Song Qingqing had a crush on someone, but that person was a married man. They caused a storm in the city and ended up in ruins. Sun Jiyan hated her, and her hatred was like cold maggots clinging to her bones, and she couldn't break free. She was the youngest daughter of the Song family, but Yan Shimeixing fell into despair because of him alone, and in the end she couldn't love her. He is the third son of the Sun family. After her family was destroyed, he became calm and sinister, and trapped her in his hands. Seven years later, she left the past behind and returned to China. When he meets Sun Jiyan again, he is no longer the noble young master who once had no power, but a cold-faced chaebol who has turned his back on everything. She didn't want to get entangled with him, but he pressed on her step by step. With his love rival at his side taking care of his son, Song Qingqing smiled bitterly: "Sun Jiyan, every injured soul needs to be redeemed, and so do I." He smiled cruelly: "Song Qingqing, then you have to see if you are worthy." Love and hate, as much as you love, you hate as much as you love. But she understood that Sun Jiyan never loved her in the slightest. All his greetings and inquiries were given to his dead wife, and he was as cold as ice to everyone. With careful calculation and careful planning, he weaved a web for her. When she ran, he chased her. She gritted her teeth with hatred, and he smiled with joy. Sun Jiyan did not allow things beyond her control. It was not until the man who had been with her for seven years in a foreign country appeared that he realized that love and hate are inherently dependent on each other. Seven years later, Song Qingqing's eyes showed struggle, helplessness, and regret, but the original infatuated love was nowhere to be seen. This time, it's up to him to have the final say. "Obviously we are all the same, living in darkness, why did she choose to save you?" In the desperate situation, all the sticks and fists fell on him like raindrops. He only protected her in his arms, smiling as miserably as she did before: "Song Song, I owe you this." The pretense of pride collapsed. They were trapped beasts living in their own city and could not allow others to approach them. Let the past be wiped away, I only hope that your heart will be like yours.