Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

That night, Lu Beiting held Lin Qian tightly as they fell asleep.

The man's arms, like vines, tightly bound the woman between his chest and the bed.

Lin Qian was unusually well-behaved, obediently curling up in his warm and steady embrace, absorbing the long-lost, comforting warmth.

Their skin was pressed together intimately, their warm and cool body temperatures mingling, leaving almost no gap between them.

Lin Qian was probably too exhausted from all the tossing and turning, and fell asleep in no time.

Lu Beiting did not fall asleep immediately.

In the darkness, he buried his face deep in the woman's soft, fragrant neck, greedily inhaling her unique scent.

"Baby..." He moved his lips silently, his tongue tasting the faint saltiness on her skin.

Even though he had just done the most intimate thing in the world, giving his body to hers without reservation, he still felt uneasy.

There seemed to be an invisible, transparent, yet cold and hard barrier between them.

As long as the unresolved issues that led to the breakup remain unresolved, this invisible yet incredibly sharp barrier will stubbornly persist, preventing two wounded hearts from truly and unreservedly engaging in a two-way journey.

Thinking of this, Lu Beiting unconsciously tightened his arms around her waist, his muscles taut, confining her even more tightly within his absolute control.

"Lin Qian..."

By the faint light filtering in from the window, Lu Beiting gazed at her peaceful, unconscious sleeping face, her features appearing exceptionally soft in the dim light.

"You're not allowed to leave me again."

Otherwise, he wouldn't know what he might do.

They might really resort to any means necessary, locking her in bed day and night, using the most extreme methods to make her cry, beg, and never again have the slightest thought of escaping.

-

"How are things? Is the Lin Chang'an family in a complete mess right now, on the verge of collapse?"

In the city center, in the back seat of a luxury minivan that is driving smoothly.

Xia Tingshi sat upright, her posture calm and elegant, her tone carrying a sense of leisurely superiority.

The person on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment before reporting in a low voice, "Miss, the situation... has changed. Although Lin Chang'an and his family are all in the hospital now, we can't contact Chen Ming, the 'childhood friend' who made the connection. He suddenly ran away to the United States last night, and... he also returned all the money he had swindled from Lin Chang'an... uh, the money he had taken."

"What did you say?"

Xia Tingshi's composure froze instantly, a cold, sinister glint flashing in her eyes. "Who? Who's helping her behind the scenes?!"

"No... I don't know," the other person's voice was even more uneasy. "We tried to investigate, but the other party was very thorough, and the information was erased... We couldn't find any useful traces."

After hanging up the phone, Xia Tingshi gripped the phone tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force, her face so gloomy it could drip water.

On what grounds?

Why is Lin Qian so lucky? Why would a man as arrogant as Lu Beiting be interested in a woman like her?!

The van drove smoothly along the highway.

The next second, an out-of-control truck suddenly came from around the bend and crashed straight into her.

The driver had no time to avoid it and instinctively swerved the steering wheel.

"Bang!"

Thick black smoke billowed, followed by a violent, ear-piercing sound.

The driver's head hit the side, and he fell into a complete coma.

Xia Tingshi was the most seriously injured. A sharp pain shot through her left knee, and blood splattered everywhere, as if all the bones in her body had been shattered.

She turned pale with pain and screamed:

"ah!!"

-

The next morning.

Lin Qian felt a tightness around her waist, as if someone was trying to strangle her.

She woke up groggily and tried to push away Lu Beiting's arms that were tightly wrapped around her waist.

To her surprise, no matter how she tried to push him away, he wouldn't budge. Instead, he tightened his grip, almost clamping her inside his body.

"Hey, Lu Beiting!"

Lin Qian woke him up.

Lu Beiting opened his sleepy eyes, leaned over and kissed Lin Qian's lips. "What's wrong?"

"You're going to strangle me," Lin Qian complained.

Lu Beiting didn't let go; instead, he hugged her even tighter, nuzzling his chin against the top of her head.

"Wife."

The man's voice was magnetic and sexy, especially in the early morning when he first woke up; it was so husky that it made your heart tingle.

Lin Qian's heart skipped a beat, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Who are you calling 'wife'?"

"You," Lu Beiting said matter-of-factly, "are my wife."

As he spoke, the man pulled her into his arms, pressing her closer. "Baby, I dreamt that we got married."

Lin Qian paused for a moment. "Oh, and then?"

"Then you ran away from the wedding, wearing the white wedding dress I made for you."

"..."

"Let me kiss you again." Lu Beiting leaned in and bit Lin Qian's lips, like a big, unsatisfied puppy, very clingy.

Lin Qian dodged slightly and let out a muffled groan, "You're so clingy."

Three years ago, when they were together, Lu Beiting was never clingy and would always leave for other reasons.

Lu Beiting is like a completely different person now that they've gotten back together.

Lin Qian couldn't help but tilt her head back, avoiding his hot, burning kiss, "Stop it... you've already swollen my cheeks from all that kissing."

"She looks good even when she's swollen," Lu Beiting continued, nuzzling against her. "My wife looks good no matter what."

"Get out of my way, I need to use the restroom, don't stop me."

"Oh," Lu Beiting readily agreed, picking up Lin Qian in his arms. "Then I'll take the baby with me."

"..."

-

Today is Saturday, a day off for Lin Qian, so she doesn't have to go to work.

After taking care of my uncle's family at the hospital in the afternoon, I returned to my old, run-down neighborhood in the evening to pack my belongings and move.

I just finished packing up several large boxes.

Song Yu returned after finishing his part-time job.

He closed the door, looked at the neatly stacked cardboard boxes in the living room, and as if realizing something, the smile on his face froze, and he silently tightened his fingers.

After a long silence, Song Yu spoke with a dejected tone:

"Sister? Are you moving out?"

"Yes," Lin Qian nodded, stuffing the last piece of clothing into her suitcase. "I'm moving in with my boyfriend. From now on, you and Lin Yize will be living together. Remember to take care of each other, and don't fight!"

"..." Song Yu pursed his lips, which were somewhat pale.

"Is your current boyfriend the man who sat next to you at the noodle shop before? Or is he your ex-boyfriend?"

Lin Qian turned her head in surprise: "How did you know?"

"I just guessed."

Despite saying this, Song Yu lowered his head slightly.

At that noodle shop, he noticed the man who was aggressive and jealous of him, wearing an eight-figure watch and an expensive custom-made black suit, exuding an extraordinary aura.

The man clearly still harbored feelings for Lin Qian; his eyes were filled with possessiveness.

When Lin Qian reminisced about her ex-boyfriend, she felt mostly bitterness and loss.

I didn't expect them to get back together so quickly.

Song Yu felt a dull ache in his chest, as if countless fine silver needles were piercing it; he could clearly feel the dull pain…

Lin Qian continued packing her suitcase when suddenly, with a "thud," a pink diary fell out.

A photograph tucked inside also fell to the ground.

Lin Qian paused, squatted down, and carefully picked up the photo.

The picture shows Lu Beiting's back view. It was right after their first time together, and Lu Beiting left wearing a neat black windbreaker.

She leaned over the balcony and secretly took a photo as a memento, which she has kept to this day.

The diary also contained many photos of Lu Beiting, filled with bits and pieces about him, including sweet and happy words from when they were dating, as well as sad words from after their breakup.

Lin Qian casually flipped through two pages.

The last page was from three years ago, and it contained only one sentence:

I will never like Lu Beiting again.

The paper on it was all crumpled because it had been soaked in tears.

Lin Qian felt a dull ache in her heart, a slight soreness. She closed the diary and carefully placed it in the innermost layer of her suitcase.

After packing everything, she pulled her suitcase and walked out.

I just pushed open the door.

"elder sister!"

Song Yu suddenly called out to her.

Lin Qian turned around, smiling, and asked, "Hmm? I'm leaving. What's up?"

Song Yu clenched his fist, took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and said as if using all his strength:

"I like you!"

The moment the words were spoken, the air suddenly became deathly silent.

At the top of the stairs, a man walked slowly with his back to the light, his expensive red-soled black leather shoes stepping on the old cement stairs.

Lu Beiting took in every word of those words, his steps faltering slightly, a hint of irritation and possessiveness flashing in his eyes.