Uncontrollable Love

Xu Qi was jealous of Liao Jinxue. He knew that the shoes on Liao Jinxue’s feet would require three months of his own salary to afford, that every diamond on the starry watch face at his wrist was genuine, and that the faint cedar scent on his body carried the smell of gold—no longer the shabby, easily bullied figure from ten years ago. Xu Qi despised Liao Jinxue. He watched as Liao Jinxue wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist, coaxing a smile from the woman who was usually stingy with her affection, making her blush with desire. Her left hand, adorned with a ring, gently caressed Liao Jinxue’s chest in flirtation before she finally leaned obediently against his shoulder. At thirty, Xu Q...