Second Chance Of Love
First love doesn't always end with a happy ending. For the happiness of the woman he loves, he wilingly let her go to another man. Since then, his heart is closed and love is only a game of feelings for him. Why should he waste his time by falling in love with someone else? Their first meeting started with a blind date where she stood him up. Fate decided to mess with their lives and they met again when she applied for a job at his company. There is no doubt that they feel something for each other, but would she be able to open his heart for love this time? After all, it is not easy to compete with the woman he has loved in his heart for 10 years. Excerpt: She stared into his eyes. "No matter how much you loved her in the past, from now on, there will only be me in your world. The unique me who will make you happy and make you forget the past. Wei Zhengsheng, I know you like me, and I hope you'll be satisfied with my existence." •••••• This is a continuation/sequel to My Little Sweet Wife, involving two secondary characters in there. Can be read as a stand-alone book, but for a better understanding, please read Book 1. • • • • English is not my first language, so please expect some grammatical errors in this book. • • • • Cherryiako's other books: » My Little Sweet Wife [Completed] » Sweet Beauty [Completed]
Time For Her To Act And Take Back Everything That Belonged To Her And Her Mother
After sending Wei Zhijuan back to the Wei Residence in the morning, Yu Daiyu and Wei Zhengsheng stayed there for a few more hours before leaving for the Yu Family's leather factory in the afternoon.
When Yu Daiyu thought about how her soul had been shaken by Bei Xiaolia, she finally realized that Bei Xiaolia was not only a gentle and kind mother, but was actually very strict and more terrifying than a stepmother. Fortunately, she was Wei Zhijuan's biological mother, so no matter how much she scolded her, she still cried more than anyone else.
Yu Daiyu silently looked out the window. Wei Zhengsheng seemed to know what she was thinking. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding her hand lightly, he asked, "Are you afraid of my mother?"