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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 · 都市
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934 Chs

Hypocrisy

After I left the jail, I felt lost. I asked the driver to drop me off in the city center. I strolled to the former Nan Corporation, which was now Gu Nian's company branch, Joint Creation.

I found a coffee shop across the street and sat down to order a cup of coffee.

When the waiter served the coffee, I said thank you without even turning my head.

I only turned my head when I felt that someone had sat down on the seat opposite me.

Ye Qian!

She was still the same. Her hair was neatly tied up, her professional dress was neat, and her makeup was perfect. She was meticulous.

The corners of my lips curled up slightly.

Ye Qian looked at me. The usual kind and caring expression on her face had disappeared, and there seemed to be a hint of melancholy between her brows.

"Hello, Nanxing."

"Hello," I replied faintly.

"I'm... not very well," she said softly.

Here we go again.