A love story hidden in the depths of despair and forsaken memories… Lai Mingjie is a hot and well-sought bachelor in the city, the sole heir of one of the country's most powerful and influential men. However, he has a secret: he used to be the most prolific demon king in history! In his plight of trying to end his suffering, he runs into the amnesiac Xu Rouguang. This man cannot remember anything else about his life... but that he loves Lai Mingjie. Who would have thought that this man is actually the demon king's wife... and executioner?! With the promises of freedom and a new life together, the two of them works on recovering whatever they can to rebuild the destiny that they have placed onto themselves—and what they have shattered all the same. How strong can they be in their crossed paths filled with pain, death, and separation… now that they are together again? [Disclaimer and Warnings:] This story is a work of fiction, and similarities to any living or dead person are purely coincidental. May contain triggers. Chapters will become locked when you reach Chapter 68. Please don't tell me you weren't warned. Follow me on IG @droopdroopghost and on Facebook (droopyghostofficial) Cover art is by reialdark66 (pixiv)
Wen Qingyuan walked inside the CEO's inner office, about to report about a few scheduled meetings that were happening tomorrow. However, when he shifted his gaze at his boss, Lai Mingjie didn't seem to be in his normal state. The man was hunched in front of his computer and grumbling under his breath. Even every press on his keyboard was raging.
Did the two get into an argument?
The secretary cleared his throat. "CEO Lai, is everything alright? Did you have a fight with Chairman Xu?" Fights between married couples were normal, and Wen Qingyuan knew that it was enough to rile up anyone. There were important meetings for tomorrow; they should fix it before then so Lai Mingjie would perform in his best state.
"Fight? More like I didn't get to put up one..." Lai Mingjie responded, along with a death glare that Wen Qingyuan was immune to. Please—Lai Julong glared at him a lot every time someone challenged him. He was eighteen by then; what more could Lai Mingjie scare him with?