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!

Specks of bright white, living light floating in the air, fireflies gathered in groups, flickering in and out of sight, as if stars spilled down from the night sky, like strings of flowing light lanterns, weaving together in countless crisscrossing ribbons of color.


In the vast black night, they shined like tiny, fine haloes similar to stars.


Gu Nanzhou stretched out his hand, a wooden carved figure settled in his palm, its appearance bearing a striking resemblance to Su Wan—about seventy to eighty percent alike.


Around the figure's neck hung a necklace, and strikingly dangling from the bottom was a silver ring, glimmering in the moonlight.


The ring was identical to the one on Gu Nanzhou's ring finger; his hands were exceedingly beautiful—slender and strong, each finger bone distinct and pale. His skin was a cool shade of white, which in the presence of the silver ring, wonderfully incredible in the moonlight.


Chapter 80 Thank-you Gift