Sem perdão, sem reconciliação: O Sr. Huo cobiça-me
Aos olhos daquele homem, Su Mian era apenas uma mulher humilde e submissa, sempre correndo atrás dele. Durante os três anos em que Qin Yunzheng ficou incapacitado após um acidente de carro, ela foi até mesmo trabalhar como governanta em sua casa, acreditando inocentemente que, no dia em que ele se recuperasse, tudo ficaria bem entre eles. No entanto, para sua surpresa, ela viu com seus próprios olhos aquele homem colocar outra mulher em um pedestal. Após terminar com ele de forma decisiva, ela se esforçou para reencontrar a si mesma, mas o homem, frio e arrogante, a encurralou e disse como se estivesse lhe fazendo um favor: “Vou te dar uma chance de voltarmos.” Ela sorriu com desdém: “Uma chance de ser sua cachorra? Pode ficar com ela para você, Sr. Qin.” Mais tarde, o homem bêbado, com os olhos vermelhos, ajoelhou-se diante dela: “Mianmian, você não pode me deixar.” Nesse momento, outro homem a envolveu pela cintura e declarou com orgulho: “Sr. Qin, está procurando minha esposa por algum motivo?”
Sem perdão, sem reconciliação: O Sr. Huo cobiça-me
Three years had passed. Today was Qin Yunzhen’s first birthday since his recovery. Su Mian had personally made a cake and carried it in a box to the celebration.
“Keep it down, don’t scare her,” came Qin Yunzhen’s low, gentle voice as she reached the door.
A smile of happiness spread across Su Mian’s face.
“Yunzhen, I don’t mind. It’s your birthday today. If you’re happy, then I’m happy too,” she said softly, her voice sweet and obedient.
But the voice that followed immediately froze her in place, her hand tightening around the door handle.
Through the crack of the opened door, a man’s stern profile appeared. His long arm rested on the sofa, holding a petite girl in a white dress protectively in his embrace.
With his other hand, he handed her a cup of juice. He lowered his head slightly, whispering something that drew a shy laugh from the girl, who then playfully tapped him.
Their intimacy was unmistakable.
Su Mian’s grip on the cake box strap slowly clenched tighter, a mixture of bitterness and pain swelling in her chest, leaving her trapped between staying and leaving.
At that moment, another voice echoed from inside the private room—it was Qin Yunzhen’s friend, Xu Yao.
“Old Qin, this is the first time I’ve seen you so gentle with a girl. Aren’t you worried Su Mian will see this and cause a scene?”
The man’s expression was shadowed, but his voice carried unmistakable impatience and cold sarcasm.
“What right does she have to cause a scene with me? Fiancée? I never recognized her as that!”
Some
📚 Related Recommendations
View More >
