Dump the Rotten Cucumber and Marry the Chaste, Powerful Man

It took Su Zhiyu seven years to understand that Li Shijun truly loved her, and was truly a womanizer.

He could shield her without hesitation when they were in a car accident, suffering broken bones throughout his body and going into shock from blood loss.

Yet half an hour before the accident, he could also text his mistress: Baby, I’ll come find you after I drop her off at home. Get cleaned up and wait for me.

This man was like one of those cheap flyers handed out on the street.

Every woman who passed by could get her own copy.

Su Zhiyu had no interest in a man like that, much less in a love like his.

So she left without looking back.

Li Shijun, who had always had everything under control, panicked.

Every day, he waited outside Su Zhiyu’s building. Every night, he gazed up at her window.

Little did he know that Su Zhiyu was then pinned beneath Gu Changqing, watching everything below with unfocused eyes.

The man behind her rasped, his possessiveness utterly assured: “You’re mine. Every inch of you, inside and out.”