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MidReal Story
The CEO's ExWife Wants To Reconcile
Scenario:男主应没钱没势老婆和别人跑了，之后男主收养了两个女孩，女孩成了大佬，邀请男主前妻来给男主祝寿，前妻见到男主，不知道男主是寿星，冷嘲热讽，两个女儿赶到，前妻秒变脸，投怀送抱。不少于十万字
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Zhang Hao
caring, and determined. After his wife's departure, he raised the girls as his own, working hard to provide for them. Despite his struggles, he remained devoted to the girls and eventually became a successful businessman. His exwife returns years later, seeking reconciliation but unaware of his new status.
Li Mei
gentle, and supportive. Li Mei shares a close relationship with Wang Jing and Zhang Hao, whom she regards as her father figure. Her presence adds warmth to the family dynamics as she navigates her relationships with her biological mother's return.
Liu Mei
selfish, and regretful. She left Zhang Hao with two young girls to care for alone. Years later, she returns seeking forgiveness and reconciliation but finds her daughters grown and independent. Her attempts to reconnect are met with disdain from her daughters and indifference from Zhang Hao.
My wife had been doting on me for a while before she suddenly ran off with another man and left me with two girls in my hands.
I was a man without wealth or power.
My wife didn't like me anymore and didn't want to be with me.
She just took some money away and left, abandoning the two girls with me.
The two girls were still young and couldn't take care of themselves.
I had to take them in.
Over the years, I carefully took good care of them and treated them as if they were my own.
They grew up and became two great ladies who shone differently.
Ten years later, the two girls they wanted me to call their mother back to celebrate my 50th birthday.
I didn't expect that the person they called was none other than the woman who had abandoned me all those years ago and returned today with a changed face and a disgraced reputation.
When she first arrived, she didn't know that the man she was about to scold was the one she should not have abandoned in the past.
My name is Zhang Hao.
My life was quite smooth; I married my wife, Liu Mei, early, had two daughters with her, and lived a happy life.
But one day, my wife suddenly left me for another man.
She took some money with her and left me and our two daughters behind.
I had to take care of them by myself.
They were still young at the time, so they couldn't take care of themselves.
I worked hard to make a living and took good care of them.
As they grew up, they became two ladies who shone differently in the world.
Ten years later, they invited me to a grand reception hall to celebrate my 50th birthday.
I stood in the corner of the hall, watching as Liu Mei walked in through the grand doors.
She was wearing a dress that probably cost more than our old apartment's monthly rent.
Her eyes scanned the room as if searching for something, probably signs of wealth that she could mock.
I straightened my suit, which was simple but neat, and walked toward her with the composure I had practiced for the past few days.
"Welcome," I said, extending my hand as if greeting any other guest.
Liu Mei barely glanced at me, her lips curling into a sneer I was all too familiar with.
Her hands fidgeted with her purse, a nervous habit she never outgrew. The security guard approached us to check her invitation, but I waved him off.
"It's fine," I said.
"She's with me."
Liu Mei's eyes narrowed, but she followed me anyway.
I led her to a small alcove near the window, where plush chairs offered a sense of privacy from the bustling party.
Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she kept a careful distance, her gaze darting around the hall as if searching for someone.
When we reached the alcove, she perched on the edge of a chair, still clutching her designer purse.
Her eyes flicked between my face and the door, probably calculating her escape route.
I took the seat across from her, noting how she subtly angled her body away from me.
"I hope you find what you're looking for," I said, knowing she never would.
Liu Mei shifted in her seat, her fingers drumming against the armrest.
She pulled out a photo from her purse and slid it across the table.
"He's my new partner," she said, her voice practiced casual.
"We're opening luxury boutiques across the city."
Her fingers traced the man's face in the photo, his well-dressed form exuding wealth.
The gold of her wedding ring caught the light, a stark reminder of what she had left behind.
I remained silent, watching as she relived memories in her mind.
Her gaze drifted to the window, where the city lights twinkled like diamonds.
She adjusted her dress, smoothing out wrinkles that weren't there.
Then she reapplied her lipstick, a shade darker than I remembered.
The scent of perfume wafted toward me, a mix of something familiar and something new.
It was a cologne I didn't recognize, probably from one of her many suitors. "We met at a hotel bar," she said, her voice growing more animated as she spoke.
"He was sipping whiskey and staring at me like I was a work of art. I knew right then that he was different."
She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
"He took me to his penthouse suite and showed me his collection of rare paintings. He told me about his connections with foreign investors and how he could help me expand my business."
I listened intently, studying every detail of her expression.
She spoke with conviction, as if this man were the answer to all her problems.
But I knew better; I had seen it before, the way she would latch onto someone new and forget about everything else.
I remained silent, letting her tell her story without interruption.
Her voice trailed off, and I realized she was still searching for something that would never fill the void she left behind.
