When They Reunited, Master FU Lost Control

“Your technique is terrible. I’m bored of you.” Five years ago, Xia Ran unilaterally announced their breakup and vanished without a trace. With a cold face, he spat out a vow: “If I ever look for you, I’m a dog.” Five years later, he returned to the country. At a gathering with friends, someone brought up that name. Swirling his wine glass, he sneered, “Her? Is she even worthy?” Everyone at the table thought he had long since moved on. Only he knew that on the night he said “Is she even worthy,” he spent half the night smoking. Until the day of the project coordination meeting, when she walked into the conference room as the designer. When their eyes met, the pen in his hand stopped for a full three seconds. In public, he called her “Miss Xia,” polite and distant, not even sparing her a side glance. That day, the project discussion ran late, leaving only the two of them in the room. As she packed her things to leave, he reached out and held the door shut. “Xia Ran.” She didn’t look back. His voice was as tense as a string about to snap: “Five years ago, you unilaterally announced the breakup—I didn’t agree to it.” “If I didn’t agree, it doesn’t count.” Later, on the night of the victory banquet, he pinned her behind the door of the lounge. The lights were off; only the light from the hallway leaked through the crack in the door, illuminating his lowered eyes. His forehead rested against hers, his breath burning hot, his voice so soft it sounded like a plea: “Wife, can we go public now?” “I’ve endured for so long. You have to make it all up to me tonight.” Before her, he had never won a single time. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: When They Reunited, Master FU Lost Control — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠