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Reborn: The Return of the Villainous Mr. Liu

"All I wanted was a perfect love story. But I forgot villains don't get happy endings." --- "You will be my wife one day." Declared Liu Jun - the handsome and wealthy young master to his beloved childhood friend. He vowed to marry her at all costs. But that vow made him a villain.  The woman he desired didn't return his love. Crazy and heartbroken, he crashed into her wedding, who was going to marry the love of her life, Liu Jin, unfortunately his own younger brother. Circumstances took a drastic turn, leaving him with only one choice to pay for his sins - His death. But fate gave him another chance. Liu Jun was reborn. In this new life, he chose to let go of his love and start anew. He discarded his villain's identity and closed his heart forever. But a new encounter and new troubles come knocking on his door with the secrets of his past life that even he doesn't know. Will the villainous Mr. Liu find his happy ending this time? *Excerpt* Ai said, "I forgot to clarify something. It seems you have a misunderstanding that I am interested in you because I stared at you." Jun blinked once. "Rest assured that's not the case. I won't look at you that way. You are not my type." *** Cover designed by @vatarison.art. Follow me on insta - enthu_reader7 Discord - https://discord.gg/CbhNys444r

enthu_reader · Urban
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Mr. Liu's rebirth confrontation

The ride back to Jun's condo was extremely silent. When they reached home, Jun straightaway headed into the kitchen and randomly started pulling stuff out of the fridge.

Ai remembered that after the night they spent in the swing, Jun had similarly prepared a feast the next morning. She figured it was his way of distracting himself from all the confusion and stress piling up within him. 

She stood by his side and saw him cutting the veggies in complete silence. His gaze and expression seemed devoid of any emotions or thoughts that might help in understanding what he felt at that moment.

Ai kept quiet for several moments and asked in a hushed tone, "Do you want to talk to me?"

Jun didn't reply. He switched on the stove and poured oil into the pan resting upon the flame. The sizzling sound of the chopped onions frying in the oil echoed in the air. His hand swiftly moved as he marinated the chicken with yogurt and spices.