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

"This gown is quite exquisite! The split design is the finishing touch! Who is the designer behind this gown?" 


Wen Yao turned to look, and wasn't this Mrs. Gu? It had been quite a while since she last saw her! 


When Mrs. Gu saw Wen Yao, she was also taken aback and blurted out, "You... you... A'Yan?" 


Gu Chuanze froze when he heard his grandmother mention his mother's name. How did she know his mother's name? Did Wen Yao look so much like his mother when she was young? 


Once Wen Yao regained her senses, she smiled and said, "Hello, Mrs. Gu. I'm Wen Yao. You've mistaken me for someone else." 


"Yes, yes, I can't match the ages. I made a mistake." Mrs. Gu smiled apologetically. "I'm getting old, my eyesight is failing. Don't mind it, my child." 


Impersonation and Fanning the Flames