Seven Summer Leaves

 Su Wan married the man she had loved for ten years with a heart full of joy.
 On their wedding night, however, he said to her, "Su Wan, you've been given the status of Mrs. Xu. All you need to do is fulfill your duties. The only things you can get from me are power and money, nothing else."
 Su Wan, holding a sincere heart as if it were red-hot coal, wanted to tell him that she had secretly loved him for many years. But before she could give away her true feelings, they were thrown to the ground and shattered.
 Everyone thought that Su Wan must be very happy to marry A city's most noble man, Gu Nanzhou. Even Su Wan herself thought so.
 But that was just what she thought.
 Until one day, Su Wan realized that no matter what she did, she could not warm Gu Nanzhou's indifferent heart, and she no longer hoped to gain his love.
 She chose to leave, to set each other free, leaving only a divorce agreement behind.
 Everyone knew that Gu Nanzhou had no feelings for Su Wan and that marrying her was merely a reluctant decision. On the day of their divorce, his friends celebrated for him.
 In the lively atmosphere of the private room, the cold yet noble man didn't utter a word. With his legs crossed and fingertips glowing with a scarlet light, his expression was obscured by the swirling smoke, his mood impenetrable to others.
 And nobody knew that after Su Wan left, there were countless sleepless nights when Gu Nanzhou sat in her room, his fingers holding the divorce agreement turning white with tension.
 Later, at a banquet, Gu Nanzhou cornered Su Wan in a dimly lit corner.
 The man's eyes were slightly red, his voice low and hoarse, his usually indifferent and serene face now showing an unprecedented disarray, almost begging the person in his arms. "Wanwan, please don't divorce me, okay?"

Mr. CEO, You're Out!

Su Wan was too lazy to waste another word and picked up her bag to leave.


Just as she took a step forward, she suddenly saw a blur before her eyes, her head spun violently, and she slumped back into the chair.


The effect of the alcohol was ferocious. Su Wan supported her body with one hand on her forehead and blinked, trying to clear her head.


The nauseating laughter of the director rang in her ears, "Miss Su may not know, but this is strong liquor. Someone who isn't good with alcohol would be knocked out by one glass."


Su Wan clenched her fists, curses stuck in her throat. Brother Chengjing wasn't there, her head was growing dizzier, and she was alone and helpless.


As the director drew closer, Su Wan's eyes became as cold as ice. She wondered whether it would be better to kick him hard when he approached or to use the dinner knife she was holding.


Chapter 58 Pleading