Diary of my Ex - Chapter 3: Memories in the Diary - My First Encounter with Han Liang

Night had fallen, and at some point, a breeze had started to blow, accompanied by the gentle rustling of leaves.

Zheng Li was still watching the game, his excited shouts occasionally echoing from the living room.

Wen Yuan poured herself a glass of white wine, sat on the bed, and opened her laptop. She clicked on a link that Gu Yuewei had sent her; Yuewei had recently switched jobs to a web novel company and suggested that she check it out.

Wen Yuan set up an account and began browsing through the site. The wide variety of stories depicted different lives, mindsets, and emotions.

All of a sudden, she had the urge to clear her mind by putting her thoughts into writing. Bits and pieces of memories—whether happy, sad, or unforgettable—could be turned into words and poured onto the page.

By the time Zheng Li climbed into bed, Wen Yuan was feeling much better. It was as if she had rediscovered some of her old dreams and passions.

The next day, Wen Yuan downloaded a writing software, deciding to start writing as a way to clear her mind and express her overflowing emotions.

The sound of the keyboard clicking—click-clack, click-clack—each word, each line being written. Between the lines, she hoped to find an answer: What does she want? What kind of person is she? Is she happy?

The past, the present, and the future—countless tangled emotions suddenly surged within her like a tidal wave.

She suddenly realized that she hadn’t felt loved in a long time. To be more precise, she hadn’t experienced a true climax in ages.

The kind of exhilarating, soul-stirring climax that took her breath away, the one where white light flashes, and both herself and the other person seem to dissolve into nothingness at the same time. These weren’t just myths; she had lived through them—each and every time with Han Liang.

It seems that she had done it with Zheng Li a few times after marriage… It must have been shortly after they first met, around the time of the wedding.

She was only 29 this year, and Zheng Li was only 35—far from being an old married couple. She wasn’t willing to accept it. She wanted to try to reclaim love and passion.

“Yuewei, do you have time this afternoon? Come with me to buy some things.”
“Sure, I was just planning to take a break.” Gu Yuewei, now an executive at an internet company, didn’t have to keep office hours, but she had to be on call at all times, constantly working, day and night.

In the fitting room, Wen Yuan looked at her shapely figure beneath the black lace stockings. After marriage, not only had she not lost her shape, but she had become even more graceful and alluring.

The curtain rustled, and Gu Yuewei poked her head in. “Wow! I’m gonna have a nosebleed. So hot and so devilish!”
Wen Yuan lightly tapped her on the forehead. Yuewei squinted her eyes, “I’m telling you, bestie, are you planning to cheat?”
“I just want to find some passion again!” Wen Yuan replied.
“Isn’t marriage the grave of passion? That’s why I’m not getting married. I’ve calculated it – passion in a relationship only lasts for three months. After three months, it’s as bland and tasteless as plain water.” She walked into the fitting room and tugged at Wen Yuan’s bra strap, snapping it with a loud ‘pop’. Wen Yuan let out a soft gasp.
Unable to help herself, Wen Yuan said, “So, you’ve decided to be a heartbreaker and never have a long-term boyfriend, right?”

“Exactly! You’re right,” Gu Yuewei suddenly said, her eyes lighting up. “Let me tell you a little secret. I got myself a college boyfriend yesterday—a young writer. His skills are unbelievable! Passion doesn’t even begin to describe how intense things were between us!”

Wen Yuan rolled her eyes. “So, do you want to try a set and see how far you can push your little boyfriend’s limits?”

“Exactly! You just reminded me, he loves red. I’m going to wear something red!”

“………”

“Wen Yuan, I really miss the days we spent bar hopping. Carefree, wild, always the center of attention! Now that you’re married, I feel like bar hopping has lost its fun.”

Yes, those were the days of youth, of madness. Alcohol, bands, music, dancing, indulgence, sex… and Han Liang!

Their first meeting was at a music festival. As the crowd was dispersing, Wen Yuan and Gu Yuewei got separated. Then, Wen Yuan was surrounded and harassed by a few thugs, unable to break free.

Just as things were about to get out of hand, the tall and imposing Han Liang appeared, pulling her behind him. “I told you not to wander off, why didn’t you listen?!”

He looked at the thugs, his gaze steady, cold, and arrogant. He toyed with the heavy ring on his finger, not saying a word, exuding an icy, authoritative aura. The thugs, sensing the danger, quietly dispersed.

He turned to glance at Wen Yuan. She looked up at the same time, meeting the gaze of the 1.9-meter tall, handsome man. His narrow, almond-shaped eyes held a depth of complexity.

He observed the petite, cute girl in front of him, thinking she was just his type. Why do men like petite and cute women? He thought of them like rare collectibles—delicate works of art that were hard to resist.

He looked down at the petite, cute girl in front of him, clearly taken with her. Why do men like small, cute women? He figured it was like appreciating a delicate, finely crafted piece of art—something that was both intriguing and irresistible.

“I’m going to grab a drink. Are you coming with me, or are you going on your own?”

Wen Yuan looked up at Han Liang again. He wore a white T-shirt, black leather jacket, black pants, and a simple yet cool chain—he looked just like the lead singer of a band.

“Are you in a band?”

“No,” he replied, then took a step forward. Wen Yuan glanced around, worried about running into those thugs again, so she quickly followed him.

Han Liang smirked. “Han Liang. And you are?”

“Wen Yuan.”

“A petite girl like you, coming to a music festival alone?”

“I got separated from my friend.”

Han Liang led Wen Yuan toward a motorcycle and casually handed her a helmet.
“Do you always carry an extra helmet?” she asked, her tone a bit teasing and skeptical.
Han Liang chuckled. “Yep! You never know when you’ll run into a pretty, bold young lady!” He handed her the helmet again, raising an eyebrow.
Wen Yuan figured it would be safer to leave the music festival for now. Once they got back to the city, she could part ways with him without any trouble.
Besides, Han Liang didn’t seem like a bad guy.

She put on the helmet and climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, gently resting her hands on Han Liang’s waist.
Han Liang started the engine, and the motorcycle lurched forward. It nearly threw Wen Yuan off balance, and she gasped, clutching his waist tightly.
His waist was firm, with no excess flesh—sexy and toned. His broad back was strong and sturdy. It was the perfect build for a man.

In the faint night, the motorcycle roared as it sped into the city, and Wen Yuan finally relaxed, her worries fading away.
To her surprise, Han Liang didn’t take her to a bar. Instead, he drove straight into the underground parking garage of a residential complex.

He stopped the bike, took off his helmet, and looked directly at Wen Yuan. “Want to come up for a drink?”
“Where are we drinking?”
“My place!”
“Didn’t you say we were going to a bar…?”
“I said I wanted a drink, not that we were going to a bar.”
“Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?”

Han Liang leaned in, slowly getting closer. Wen Yuan could hear her heart pounding, the beat quickening.
“You’re not scared, are you?” He lifted Wen Yuan’s chin and glanced to the left. “See that? There’s a camera there, and one in the elevator too. I won’t do anything to you, young lady. When you’re out having fun, you need to know how to tell the good guys from the bad, got it?”
He said this without looking back, turning to walk away. Wen Yuan, almost as if under a spell, followed him without hesitation.

If this were today, Wen Yuan would probably have left on her own. But the Wen Yuan who had just graduated still had that bold, fearless courage of someone new to the world.
She wanted to learn more about this fascinating man. She already had thoughts about him that went beyond what was proper, and she knew—he knew too.

The elevator stopped on the 22nd floor. Han Liang opened the door and motioned for Wen Yuan to enter.
“You’re really bold to follow me. Such a daring young lady.”

Wen Yuan lifted her phone, snapped a photo of Han Liang, and sent a voice message to Gu Yuewei on WeChat:
“I’m at room 2001 in the *Certain* Community. The man in the photo is Han Liang. If I don’t contact you by midnight, call the police.”

Han Liang smirked, gave a brief nod, and walked over to his home bar.
“Do you want something to drink?”

Wen Yuan stood politely at the entrance, not moving. “There are disposable slippers in the shoe cabinet,” Han Liang said, pointing to it.

While looking for the slippers, Wen Yuan said, “How about a Long Island tea?”

“Hah~ Little lady, do you really think this is a bar? No, we don’t have that. How about a cup of cola or milk instead?” Han Liang replied.

There were no women’s shoes in the shoe cabinet. Wen Yuan casually took off her shoes and walked in with just her socks on.

This was a middle-class neighborhood, with a view of a nearby park and a spacious outlook.

She walked over to the bar. “How about a gin and tonic? If you don’t know how to make it, I can mix it myself.”

Han Liang lifted his gaze and looked at the beautiful young lady again. She was stunning! Long hair, fair skin, big eyes with double eyelids—her eyes were full of life and spirit. Definitely his type. Her figure was also quite alluring. No wonder those small-time thugs had their eyes on her.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat, like a boy seeing a toy he wants and immediately thinking of wanting to possess it.

“Where are you from?”

“Ningbo.”

“No accent.”

“Haha, Mister, you’re outdated. Now, all over the country, the education system is promoting standard Mandarin!”

Han Liang pushed the gin and tonic toward Wen Yuan, “I guess your family is middle-class, right?”

“Yes, how did you figure that out?”

“Well-educated, very confident.”

“Likewise!” Wen Yuan replied with a smile.

She picked up her drink and walked over to the couch in the living room. Han Liang followed her, and his shadow gradually stretched across the floor, dimming the light and creating a subtle sense of pressure as the tension quietly built.

He walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Wen Yuan, leaning back casually. Turning his head, he looked at her with a relaxed yet focused gaze, a hint of laziness in his eyes mixed with something more intriguing.

Neither of them said anything. Their eyes locked, a silent battle of testing, probing, and tension building between them. Finally, Han Liang smiled. What a stubborn girl. She had stirred up his instinctive desire to dominate.

She was still too young, unaware of just how dangerous this situation could be.

Luckily, she had met him. Though he wasn’t a saint, he was far from being a creep.