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

When Wen Yao heard those words, her delicate frame suddenly froze, and she responded coldly, "So, that was the last time."


It had been her birthday that day, and she had waited for him in vain. She had blown out the candles, eaten the cake, and wished herself a happy birthday all alone. Later, she had cried, cried until she was exhausted, and then fallen asleep. She had no idea he had come back.


He looked at her, his eyes focused only on her. "I came back before midnight. I'm sorry I was late. I didn't get the chance to wish you a happy birthday."


Wen Yao lowered her gaze, and her long, curled lashes fluttered slightly. She pursed her lips and remained silent.


Recalling the past, she couldn't deny that there was a twinge of emotion. Her heart felt a pang, and her nose even began to sting, but she was no longer the same Wen Yao as before, and she wouldn't be foolish enough to shed tears.


I'm Sorry, I'm Late