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

"I told you to do what? My grandmother passed away a long time ago! Call Mrs. Gu, and tell her that Ruiji welcomes her to the photoshoot location. We will arrange her accommodation and make her feel comfortable. Let her come and enjoy herself!" 


Old Yang was baffled by Gu Zhun's sudden change in attitude. He quickly agreed, grateful for this turn of events. He thanked the heavens and promptly made the call.


Gu Zhun breathed a sigh of relief and lightly punched Jiang Mohan's chest. 


Thank goodness for Jiang Mohan's reminder; otherwise, he would have offended Wen Yao! 


Jiang Mohan forced a smile. If it weren't for Lu Yancheng, they would have been even better brothers. 


Afterward, the two looked toward the beach and saw a small dog running toward Wen Yao. 


Lu Yancheng followed closely behind, a faint smile on his lips. 


Wen Yao felt something furry by her feet. When she looked down, she saw the Little Lu Yancheng. 


Can You Be a Bit More Subtle?