Diary of my Ex - Chapter 1: Fiery Youth, Thrilling Desires

The bar pulsed with neon lights and the scent of smoke, alcohol, and the unmistakable haze of euphoria. Sensuous men and women twisted their bodies on the dance floor, immersed in a frenzied abandon.

The air was thick with raw, primal energy. Young people came here to shake off the restraints of work, ignore life’s suffocating pressures, and plunge headfirst into the intoxicating thrill of fun, pure and relentless. Passion and desire intertwined, numbing the nerves of everyone present.

Those three years after graduation were the wildest, the freest. By day, they worked like maniacs, but by night, they lived unrestrained, embracing the reckless spirit of their youth. The vibrant world welcomed them with open arms, brimming with possibilities, passion, and a daring sense of adventure.

But no thrill could compare to him. Tall, handsome, seductive, and wealthy—the kind of man every girl dreamed about. He was the “whole package,” a lover who fulfilled every fantasy, in every way you could imagine. Maybe even more.

The moment he stepped into the bar, heads turned. He moved with easy confidence, flashing a charming smile as women swayed closer, brushing their bodies against him with a practiced allure. He was used to women throwing themselves at him, and with a polite smile, he’d sidestep their advances, heading toward the heart of the dance floor.

“Hey, there’s your guy,” Gu Yuewei whispered in Wen Yuan’s ear.

With the music pounding in her ears, Wen Yuan leaned in to hear her best friend’s words. Following Yuewei’s gaze, she saw a girl trying to catch his attention, dancing suggestively in front of him, brushing her chest against his muscular arm and broad back, teasing.

But it was hopeless; any guy with eyes could see who the two brightest stars in the room were tonight.

The man looked toward the center of the dance floor, where two stunning women in short, skintight dresses swayed. One had long, wavy hair, exuding a sultry allure; the other sported a sleek, short cut, fierce and fiery. These two goddesses were surrounded by men, all vying for their attention.

The man approached the girl with the long hair from behind, his hands settling on her waist, swaying with her rhythm, bodies pressed together. His hands slid up her arms, guiding her hands above her head before resting them on his shoulders. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to her neck.

Wen Yuan turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his solid, sculpted waist, feeling the strength beneath his skin, the firmness that left nothing to be desired. Her hands trailed down to his hips, grazing the taut muscles, moving in time with his, almost like they were making love right there on the dance floor.

She rose on tiptoe, grazing his lips with a playful bite. He smiled a devilish smile that made her head swim, her vision blur with desire.

With her hand in his, he led her off the dance floor to the stairwell. The heavy bass of the music faded as the door swung shut, leaving only the sounds of their ragged breaths, pounding hearts, and the heat of their kisses.

Her inner voice screamed that he was too hot, too impossible to resist. Who could possibly say no to a boyfriend like this?

Han Liang’s hand slid up Wen Yuan’s thigh, brushing dangerously close to her center, sending a shiver through her body. She caught his hand, hesitating. “Here?”

“We just got here,” he murmured into her ear, voice dripping with temptation. “Are you ready to leave so soon? Besides, my place isn’t exactly close.” She could hear the swallow in his voice, the anticipation in every inch of him.

His fingers didn’t stop; they teased and stroked, stoking her desire higher.

“How about your car?”

“I couldn’t drive tonight. Figured I’d show up on my bike, lookin’ like this.” He grinned, diving in for another heated kiss. His fingers slipped beneath her panties, igniting a fire inside her until she gasped, unable to hold back.

Since the start of their relationship, Wen Yuan had slowly let herself release her wild side, each encounter more daring, each thrill a new high. And Han Liang had a way of leading her, pushing her to bolder heights—and once again, he’d managed to do just that.

He crouched down, the warmth of his breath tracing paths over her skin, making her entire body tingle. His hands slipped her panties down, his hands held her thighs as he stood, lifting her up with ease. Her slender legs wrapped around his waist, and without a moment’s hesitation, he filled her, abandoning his usual tenderness. Usually, things started gentle, a build-up to the passion, but not tonight—it was fast, urgent, maddening.

“Too fast!” she gasped.

“We’re in the stairwell. People come through here, y’know. We’re not exactly gonna have all night.” His words made her body tense, and Han Liang stifled a groan, his arousal intensifying as he felt her tighten around him.

Pressing her against the wall, he moved with deep, fast strokes. Wen Yuan felt herself stretched and filled, the intensity almost overwhelming.

“So… thick…” she murmured, unable to hold back.

Han Liang’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as he rolled his hips, breathing heavily. “Not enjoyin’ it? Is it… too much?”

He lifted her hips higher, then released her, letting her sink down onto him with a force that made her gasp. Full, deep, a dizzying pleasure washed over her, an almost painful satisfaction that left her trembling.

Feeling the tight grip of her body, Han Liang’s breathing grew heavier, his muscles tensing. He lowered her to the ground, ready to finish things fast.

Wen Yuan turned, bracing herself against the wall, back arched as he took hold of her waist, pulling her closer. He drove into her from behind, filling her with each thrust, brushing against her innermost depths.

She couldn’t stop shaking, pleasure flooding every inch of her body, sending waves that shattered her composure, her restraint. It was like a lightning bolt, striking her nerves in relentless pulses.

The overwhelming sensation hit her all at once, a rush of heat as Han Liang felt her spasms and clutched her tightly. He lost control, giving in to his desires with reckless abandon, filling her with every last ounce of himself.

When it was finally over, she clung to his muscular arms, heart still racing as she struggled to catch her breath, feeling the heat of his body against her own.

A sudden blare echoed in her ears.

Wen Yuan jolted awake, reaching out in the dark until her fingers found her phone on the nightstand. She silenced the alarm, and in an instant, she was pulled back into the calm, unremarkable reality of her life.

Now, she was Zheng Li’s wife—a copywriter working from home.

Three years ago, at her most vulnerable, during a time when heartbreak and despair were at their peak, the ambitious and young Zheng Li had pursued her with relentless passion. Their romance escalated quickly, leading to marriage, and before long, they had become the perfect couple in the eyes of everyone around them. Talented husband, beautiful wife, from equally respectable families—by all appearances, their life was filled with harmony and contentment. Words like “picture-perfect,” “ideal,” and “enviable” seemed to fit their marriage well. And yet…

Could there truly be anything—or anyone—perfect in this world? The answer was clear: No.

There was something missing in Wen Yuan’s life.

Something deeply, profoundly missing.