Mountain Springs

She was forced by her husband and his mistress to jump into the sea and commit suicide, only to be rescued and taken care of by the jerk's uncle for seven years.

He had become her backer and protected her meticulously. For seven years, no one dared to look down on her.

Her reputation was tarnished. She had a miscarriage and divorced before. The scumbag ex-husband was also his nephew.

On the other hand, he would not marry anyone other than her. He did not care about rumors and barbaric words, and for this, he did not hesitate to go against the entire clan.

…

Initially, she thought that the most tragic thing in life was to love the wrong person.

Later on, she realized that it wasn't. It turned out that the most tragic thing was that you finally found true love, but at that time, you were covered in wounds.

She was as cold as ice and he was passionate as fire.

She had persisted for seven years, and so had he.

In the end, she still lost to that persistent flame and agreed to marry him.

However, the night before they were about to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate, she woke up and returned ten years ago.

That year, she was in the prime of her youth. She was still as beautiful as ever, and her youth was not wasted.

That year, he was handsome and promising.

She looked at herself in front of the mirror and silently cried. "Uncle, this time, I'll give you the best.”

Dating My Scumbag Ex's Uncle

Lonelytree

I was at a loss for words. Grandma had taught me another lesson in the cruelty of reality.

"Nanxing, my name is Ma Ji. You can call me by my name. I never like the outsiders' way of address." She said.

I saw Xiao Yi's Adam's Apple move. It was clear that he wanted to say something, but he stopped himself.

I nodded. "Alright, Ma Ji. I feel weird to call you Grandma anyway."

Ma Ji smiled and signaled for us to lead the way.

Once we entered the Jing residence, the maid ran over. "Miss Nanxing, quick. Young Master is... in a bad state."

I panicked and forgot about Ma Ji. I followed the servant to Jing Tian's room.

Jing Tian was rolling around the bed in pain. I wanted to hug him, but I was afraid that it would make him feel even more pain. His face was extremely pale, and he was drenched in a cold sweat.

Torture