Runaway Bride: My Ex-Wife Refuses to Play by the Rules (Completed)
Someone was forcing her to become a lover against her will, when suddenly a devastatingly handsome man appeared, wrapped an arm around her slender waist, and flashed a wicked smile. “She’s my wife…” Summary: She was racking her brains for a way to turn down someone’s unreasonable demands, when suddenly a stunning man leapt out and wrapped her in his arms, declaring, “She’s my wife…” Oh, please—she’s still single, isn’t she?! Of course she hadn’t lost her memory and forgotten who he was. But why is it that other people’s childhood sweethearts are endlessly gentle and affectionate, while she’s so unlucky as to end up with this wild, temperamental little beast? When she was six, he forced her to sign and press her fingerprint on a piece of paper, declaring himself her master. At seventeen, he shoved a ring onto her finger and announced that she was already married to him. From that moment on, no other man could touch her, or even think about her! But just when she started to seriously consider marrying him, he flew off across the ocean and didn’t return for a full eight years. Well, if she doesn’t get married, so be it. It’s not as if she cares. Without him, hasn’t she been living a dazzling, vibrant life all the same? But now that he’s suddenly appeared again, what is he really after? And who exactly is that beautiful woman at his side?
Runaway Bride: My Ex-Wife Refuses to Play by the Rules (Completed)
Gaoli Tower, 88th Floor, Rooftop Scenic Restaurant
The restaurant was shaped like an ellipse, encased in fully glazed floor-to-ceiling windows made of LOW-E insulated glass. The bold red curtains were loosely drawn up, allowing the dazzling cityscape to unfurl in all its splendor below. On the long rectangular dining table lay a red velvet runner, its subtle European embroidery at the rounded edges quietly signaling its worth.
Seated by the window was Xu Weide, thirty-seven years old, impeccably dressed in a silver-gray Armani suit that accentuated his tall frame. His handsome features were tinged with an unmistakable air of arrogance and self-satisfaction—the bearing of a man whom others called successful. A young professor at the Academy of Jewelry Design, he believed he had every reason to claim whatever he desired, including the woman sitting across from him.
“Yuwei, your graduation project, overall, is quite decent.” Since he had invited her out under the pretense of discussing her thesis, he had to address the topic.
“Oh, really? Thank you, I’m so glad to hear that.” Xia Yuwei waged a polite battle with her steak, her smile seemingly guileless.
“However, if you want to receive your diploma smoothly, some revisions are still necessary.” Xu Weide shifted gears with practiced indifference.
“Certainly, Professor. What changes do you think I should make?” Xia Yuwei took a bite of steak and dabbed at her mouth with a napkin.
“No rush—let’s finish our meal first and talk it over slowly.”
“Yuwei, if I’m not mistaken, you’re s
