First Frost of Twenty Seven

Lin Xiaowan and Huo Zheng had been married for three years. 

Lately, Huo Zheng had started becoming busy with work. However, Lin Xiaowan still detected a strange perfume scent on his clothes.

Lin Xiaowan didn't want to doubt her husband. Unfortunately, the day before their anniversary, she discovered that Huo Zheng had been with his first love and picking out a ring. He had even lied to her about having to work overtime.

Feeling disheartened, she left, only to meet with a fatal accident.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself back in time when she had been still with Huo Zheng, but yet to marry.

Suddenly, his first love, whom Lin Xiaowan had never met in her previous life, appeared at their doorstep...

There would be no wedding ceremony.

With a cold look, Lin Xiaowan discussed breaking up with Huo Zheng. 

"Marry Huo Zheng again? Hah. Not unless he's a dog!

"'...Woof, woof." Huo Zheng barked.

Gao Liang said, "Huo Zheng has never cheated on anyone, nor has he ever had a first love. Huo'er is a devoted man! Everything happens for a reason. He used to be a tight-lipped man, but he later loosened up because if he stayed quiet, his wife would run off in anger!"

Becoming a Wealthy Family's Beloved After Her Rebirth

"It's alright. I don't feel that nervous," Lin Xiaowan said proudly, "I'll just look at whoever looks at me, and make them feel embarrassed.

The birthday party was actually rather boring, but there were many delicacies.

Huo Zheng held a plate and followed Lin Xiaowan. When he saw her picking something up, he would move the plate over at the right time.

Lin Xiaowan took a bite of the cheese berry tart before she gave a small piece to Huo Zheng and said, "This was made by my patissier."

"I don't really like desserts," Huo Zheng said. Despite his words, he still held her hand and lowered his head to put the cheese berry tart into his mouth.

"Didn't you say you don't like it? Then why are you eating it?" Lin Xiaowan said sarcastically. Then, she warned, "Be careful. There might be poison on the spoon."

She's My Wife; We're Not Married Yet