The Third Year of Marriage, and Mr. Shen Is Still Begging for Forgiveness

A wealthy heiress who couldn't care less VS a buttoned-up old-school gentleman

At eighteen, An Ye picked up a man in a Toronto bar.

For three sweet, carefree months, they lived together without asking about each other's past or background.

When the three months were up, she cheerfully walked away without looking back.

Four years later, a critical condition notice lured her to Zhenjing Terrace.

At last, An Ye met the man rumored to control the economic lifeline of Nanyang.

The moment she looked up, the sight of his achingly familiar face sent a chill through her blood...

“After marriage”

An Ye couldn't keep her restless heart in check.

She watched a male-model competition on her phone.

Then she boldly declared, “One day, I'm going to get him into my bed.”

Shen Yanqing glanced at her. “An Ye, do you know who Keyun is?”

“Of course! Why?”

Mr. Shen: “You're even crazier than she is.”

One day, An Ye came out of the shower and saw Mr. Shen changing in the dressing room.

She walked up behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and ran her hands over him. “Director Shen, your waist is so slim!”

Mr. Shen remained perfectly calm. “Thanks. You have a big chest, too.”