Diary of my Ex - Chapter 6: Gentle Breeze, Whirlpool of Passion

Zheng Li was like a prince sent by the heavens to save Wen Yuan. He was gentle, upright, and charming, meticulous in everything he did. It didn’t take long for the two of them to start discussing marriage, eventually stepping into the sacred halls of matrimony.

This was everything Wen Yuan had dreamed of since she was young: a white wedding dress, a romantic ceremony, a faithful husband, a stable home, and perhaps a couple of adorable children in the future. Her dreams had come true so effortlessly, almost as if by sheer luck.

She should be the ultimate winner in life, completely without regrets, right? But how could life ever be so perfect?

After a mere two years of marriage, Zheng Li and Wen Yuan had already become like an old married couple, with all the initial passion gone. Maybe Zheng Li wasn’t a passionate person by nature. Wen Yuan had never seen him lose his temper; he always managed his emotions with impeccable control.

His life philosophy seemed to revolve around moderation, rationality, gentleness—like a steady stream flowing quietly and endlessly.

Sometimes, Wen Yuan thought Zheng Li was born in the wrong era. If he had lived in ancient times, he would have made a perfect prime minister.
Of course, it was also possible that Zheng Li’s desires were simply not that strong; with the demands of his career, his physical and mental energy might already be stretched thin.

Wen Yuan had considered trying to spice things up between them, but in Zheng Li’s eyes, she was always a “proper lady”—you know, the kind of virtuous wife nurtured by an intellectual family, well-mannered and knowing her place.

From the day they met to the day they married, Wen Yuan never had the courage to reveal her wilder side. And after two years of marriage, it felt even more impossible to confess everything now.

Aside from the lack of passion, Zheng Li spoiled Wen Yuan endlessly, granting her every wish, making sure she lived like a princess.

During the first year of their marriage, Wen Yuan was engulfed in happiness and love—sweet, cozy, and perfect.

If Han Liang had never entered Wen Yuan’s life, perhaps she would have remained forever intoxicated by the happiness Zheng Li provided.

But Han Liang—he had indeed appeared.
He was like a fireball, full of dangerous heat, always bringing freshness, excitement, impulsiveness, passion, and desire… He was like a tornado that swept through Wen Yuan’s imagination and primal cravings, stirring up everything inside her—the good, the bad, the bright, the dark, the deep, and the wild.

Without Han Liang, Wen Yuan would never have believed she had so many facets to her own nature.

But with Han Liang also came unreliability, instability, pain, betrayal, heartbreak, and destruction. He stormed through Wen Yuan’s life like a tempest.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Yuan pulled out the newly purchased black lace lingerie.
I am Zheng Li’s wife. He is the one I love now, the one I should love.
Passion could be cultivated, but a perfect husband was a rare treasure. Wen Yuan silently reminded herself.

Zheng Li got off work and saw Wen Yuan waiting for him in the lobby. His face broke into a warm, heart-melting smile.
“Wife, what brings you here?”
“Hmm, it’s been a while since we had dinner out together. Thought I’d join you.”

After dinner, Wen Yuan dismissed the driver and told Zheng Li that she could drive, hinting that she had a surprise planned for him.

For tonight, Wen Yuan had rented out a drive-in cinema in Beijing.
As the theater started playing a romance movie she had selected, Wen Yuan gradually snuggled closer to Zheng Li, leaning in to kiss his ear and lips.

Zheng Li squinted his eyes slightly, that same doting smile on his face as he kissed her lips gently, his voice a soft whisper, “Is this the surprise you prepared for me?”

Wen Yuan’s eyes were filled with desire. She climbed over to the passenger seat, straddling Zheng Li. Slowly, she began unbuttoning her top. In the flickering light of the film, the black lace beneath only accentuated the flawless whiteness of her skin.

Zheng Li’s hands held her waist, her soft, boneless body pressed against him. He stared at her; she was truly beautiful, with a charm that was both seductive and heart-stirring, making her utterly irresistible.

He couldn’t help but caress her delicate, oval face, his fingertips lingering on her luscious lips.

Wen Yuan lowered her head to kiss him, their breaths becoming erratic. By now, Zheng Li’s hardness was already straining against his trousers.

Her slender, deft fingers undid his buttons, slipping inside to caress his firm chest muscles. As her hand slid downward, she tried to unbuckle his belt, but Zheng Li gently stopped her. His large hand lifted her chin, “Yuan Yuan, be good. This is a public place; let’s save it for home, alright?” His voice was restrained yet alluring.

Wen Yuan’s breath was still uneven. “No, come on… let’s try something new, okay?”
“Alright, let me book the best nearby hotel, alright? Don’t be naughty!” Zheng Li took out his phone, searching for hotels.

Wen Yuan, slightly deflated, adjusted her damp hair and climbed back into the driver’s seat, “Let’s just go home!”
“Stop acting like a child, okay?” Zheng Li was always as gentle as a spring breeze, which was honestly quite infuriating — he wouldn’t even give her a reason to throw a tantrum.

“I’ll drive then. I’ve already booked a hot spring hotel with a jacuzzi. I even asked them to sanitize everything in advance.”

The hotel’s rectangular jacuzzi was quite large, with countless bubbles floating on the surface.

Wen Yuan undressed slowly, stepping into the water. Zheng Li handed her a glass of white wine, some fruits, and then gradually slid into the water, wrapping his arms around her.

As their abdomens pressed together, Wen Yuan could clearly feel the hardness between Zheng Li’s legs.

The warm scent of masculinity mixed with the steam, tingling her ears with a tantalizing itch. Zheng Li’s dark eyes roamed over her body, his gaze carrying a mix of desire and affection.

It reminded her of another time, in a similar hot spring pool, when another pair of deep, lust-filled eyes had gazed at her. That was her first time with Han Liang.

He had asked, “Are you free tomorrow? I’ll take you somewhere fun.”

He had taken her to a cultural park where his company’s recording studio was located. The decor was pure industrial chic, and at the far end of the vast hall was a stage.

That day, his company was throwing a party to celebrate a new band they had signed.
It was a gathering filled with youth, noise, and flowing excitement.

The band’s performance brought the atmosphere to a peak, with the crowd’s applause and whistles filling the air.

“Thank you, everyone. Now, let’s give a big hand to our boss, Han Liang. You all know he’s an amazing guitarist.” The lead singer looked at Han Liang with a smile, inviting him, “Liang, come on up!”

With a confident grin, Han Liang jumped onto the stage. His movements were smooth and natural as he slung a guitar strap over his shoulder. The colorful strap, his slate-blue shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing glimpses of his firm chest — even from several meters away, Han Liang’s raw sex appeal was assaulting Wen Yuan.

His fingers plucked the guitar strings, starting with a soft melody. His eyes roved over the crowd, eventually locking onto that stunningly beautiful face, his gaze deep and seductive.

His voice was magnetic and husky, casually enchanting, “I’m only making it harder ~ I love it when you cross my mind ~ know I am thinking about you ~” He sang Olivia Dean’s *Cross My Mind*.

Everyone followed Han Liang’s gaze to that alluring petite girl, their unspoken chemistry creating waves of tension in the room.

By the end of the party, Wen Yuan was… intoxicated, whether from the alcohol or simply from Han Liang himself…

The party guests had tactfully dispersed, leaving only the two of them in the recording studio.

Han Liang extended his hand, and Wen Yuan’s delicate fingers fell into his palm. It wasn’t just her hand he held; it was also her heart, her very soul.

He slowly closed the distance between them, his cool hand gently stroking her soft cheek. Leaning down, the faint scent of cigarettes enveloped her senses.

“Are you already drunk? The party’s only just beginning~!” he teased, backing away towards the stairs, pulling her along by just their loosely linked fingers, like a thread about to break…

Like a child enchanted by the Pied Piper, Wen Yuan followed Han Liang step by step up the winding iron staircase. From below, the overhead light bathed the man she barely knew in a glow that made her heart tremble.

His looks, his body, his music, his taste, his lifestyle — everything about him was like an inescapable whirlpool, dragging her in, making her willing to drown in it completely.