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Dating My Scumbag Ex's Uncle

She was forced by her husband and his mistress to jump into the sea and commit suicide, only to be rescued and taken care of by the jerk's uncle for seven years. He had become her backer and protected her meticulously. For seven years, no one dared to look down on her. Her reputation was tarnished. She had a miscarriage and divorced before. The scumbag ex-husband was also his nephew. On the other hand, he would not marry anyone other than her. He did not care about rumors and barbaric words, and for this, he did not hesitate to go against the entire clan. … Initially, she thought that the most tragic thing in life was to love the wrong person. Later on, she realized that it wasn't. It turned out that the most tragic thing was that you finally found true love, but at that time, you were covered in wounds. She was as cold as ice and he was passionate as fire. She had persisted for seven years, and so had he. In the end, she still lost to that persistent flame and agreed to marry him. However, the night before they were about to go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their marriage certificate, she woke up and returned ten years ago. That year, she was in the prime of her youth. She was still as beautiful as ever, and her youth was not wasted. That year, he was handsome and promising. She looked at herself in front of the mirror and silently cried. "Uncle, this time, I'll give you the best.”

Mountain Springs · Urban
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934 Chs

Boring

I returned to the cobblestone path. I walked further into it and it led to a bamboo forest. Deep inside the bamboo forest was a bamboo house. I walked towards it and gasped internally, my parents sure know how to enjoy themselves. I opened the bamboo door and the furniture inside was all made of bamboo.

I touched each furniture, they felt familiar yet unfamiliar, it was a strange feeling. I stopped before the bookshelf and touched every single book. They were my father's collection. I knew it without even knowing why. I also remembered the bookshelf serve another purpose! I studied the bookshelf closely before I went down to sit on the couch. The couch was weaved from bamboo. My father made it too. I just knew it. I walked out from the bamboo house. Ignoring the group of people following me, I continued my tour. Passing the bamboo forest, there was a small garden. It used to be planted with various precious medicinal plants, but now it had been abandoned.