President Shen, Please Behave Yourself—Your Ex-Wife Has Remarried
When Yao Yao was forced to undergo an abortion due to the fetus’s developmental issues, Shen Yan and his beloved were caught kissing passionately on the street, their photo swiftly climbing to the top of trending searches. Qin Miao always claimed she was nothing more than a sycophant trailing behind Shen Yan, unaware that after the divorce—Yao Yao was the cherished princess of the Ye family, a top hacker, a renowned designer, and even a legendary doctor. Only after the divorce did Shen Yan realize he had never truly known Yao Yao; he was suddenly awakened, consumed by regret, and began his desperate pursuit to win her back. Yet outside the Ye Corporation building stood a sign: “Shen Yan and dogs are not allowed inside!” Shen Yan refused to give up, but Yao Yao merely scoffed, “Mr. Shen, please mind your manners. I am already remarried!”
President Shen, Please Behave Yourself—Your Ex-Wife Has Remarried
When Yao Yao Ye was forced into surgery due to the poor development of her pregnancy, Yan Shen and Miao Qin shared an intimate kiss in the street, catapulting themselves into the hottest search on the internet.
She lay on her hospital bed, her face as pale as paper, her body curled tightly, a wrenching pain twisting her lower abdomen. Yet, with a nearly masochistic resolve, she enlarged the photo on her phone again and again, staring at the image—Yan Shen’s large hand wrapped around Miao Qin’s waist, pulling her into his arms, his other hand lifting her chin as he kissed her passionately.
His jawline was sharp, a faint halo of light brushing across it, making him appear both cold and warm. In his lowered gaze, there was only tenderness.
A tenderness he had never shown her in the three years they’d been together…
The more she looked, the more it felt as though an invisible hand was squeezing her heart, making her gasp for air through the pain. While she was being tormented by the loss of their child, Yan Shen was holding his beloved woman openly, announcing their relationship to the world…
“Miss Ye, your family hasn’t arrived yet?” The nurse flipped through her chart, urging her, “Your file says you’re married. Where is your husband? When will he be here?”
Yao Yao Ye put away her phone, her lowered lashes casting a faint shadow.
“I’m a widow.”
“I’ll sign myself.”
The surgery went smoothly. When Yao Yao Ye opened her eyes, the distinctive scent of disinfectant filled her nose. She stared at the ceiling, absently touchin
