She ran, and he pursued; he knelt down to beg for marriage. After five years of marriage, Wen Yao endured the mistreatment of her in-laws and her husband's indifference in silence. In one reckless night and a morning of framing, she suddenly woke up and threw down the divorce agreement!
Lu Yancheng had vowed that Wen Yao wouldn't be able to leave him for more than three days. Yet, the result was that a whole three weeks passed without a trace of her shadow. Lu Yancheng regretted his words!
As proud as he was, he humbled himself and said, "Darling, it's me who can't be away from you. Will you come back?"
As cold as he could be, he affectionately said, "Darling, I will love you for eternity. Shall we remarry?"
Wen Yao replied, "A qualified ex should act as if they're dead!"
Later on, she became a world-renowned designer, exuding charm and allure. With a mere gesture, countless young admirers came forward, eager to express their love!
Lu Yancheng grew anxious, envious, and green-eyed with jealousy. He got down on one knee and stopped acting like a decent person. "Yaoyao, I'm ready to try anything, anytime. I am the perfect candidate to be your lapdog!"
Wen Yao, with an air of charm, played with her long hair. A dog of a man like you, worthy of me?!

My Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Every Night

In the silent hospital room, a weak voice sounded unusually clear.


Wen Yao's footsteps came to a halt. She turned to see that Lu Yancheng's eyes were tightly shut, and there was no sign of him waking up. His eyebrows were furrowed, and he seemed to be having a restless sleep, repeatedly murmuring her name.


Secretary Fei hurriedly said, "Miss Wen, you've seen it too—Mr. Lu's condition isn't good. It might be better to wait until he wakes up before leaving. Even if you want to visit a patient and bring a gift, it should be given to the patient directly, right? What do you think?"


Secretary Fei was almost on the verge of kneeling down and hollering three times, "Don't leave, Ancestor!"


Wen Yao stared at Lu Yancheng, her delicate brows furrowing as she remembered how he had unhesitatingly protected her during the car accident. In the end, she sighed and agreed, "Let's consider it an act of kindness."


Shout Three Times: Don't Leave, Ancestor!