After five years of secretly loving him and three years of marriage, Jiang Yuzhi and Gu Huaizhou had a marriage everyone envied.
But only she knew that Gu Huaizhou still couldn’t let go of his deceased first love.
He even refused when she asked to accompany him to visit her grave.
Then Jiang Yuzhi came across the face beside Gu Huaizhou, so much like his first love, and finally gave up hope. She left behind divorce papers.
After she left, the man who had always kept his emotions in check grew red-eyed and blocked her way, pleading again and again. “Can we please not get divorced? I love you.”
Jiang Yuzhi smiled faintly. “But I don’t love you anymore. What are you going to do about that?”
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After her divorce, Jiang Yuzhi ran into Fang Zhi again at a hospital.
The man she had once treated like a younger brother wore a white coat. His thin-rimmed glasses concealed his sharp eyes as he smiled warmly.
“Hello. Would you like a psychological consultation?”
“Half price for friends.”
“Big sister, for you... free.”
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Later, after they got together, some busybody went to Jiang Yuzhi to gossip.
Their insinuations all suggested she had terrible taste: she’d turned down a wealthy CEO only to settle down with a young doctor.
Jiang Yuzhi told them off and sent them away. She wasn’t short of money, and she liked who she liked. She didn’t care what anyone else thought.
Then one day, she happened to catch sight of a colleague’s business magazine. The man on the cover was handsome and debonair, with an air of wealth and distinction.
Though... he looked a little familiar.
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That evening, when she got home, the man was wearing an apron and swinging a spatula at dizzying speed.
Jiang Yuzhi walked up with a cold expression, grabbed his ear, and demanded fiercely:
“Tell me! Just how much have you been hiding from me?”
