
The Answer in the Ninth Year
第九年的答案
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 201k Words
- Genre
- Modern Romance
- Subgenre
- Workplace & Marriage
- Updated
- 1y ago
- Source
- Fanqie
Synopsis
53Chapters
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The heroine is the hero's chief secretary and has worked for him for many years. She's very capable, but then the hero takes up with a sweet, innocent girl whose surname is Song. The heroine decides to quit, and the hero asks her to train the new girl. After quitting, the heroine teams up with someone else to open a studio, and the hero starts trying to win her back.
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I'd prefer a transmigration story. No goofy domineering CEOs, and no stupid female leads. Please! ~(´ε`~ )
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The male and female protagonists grow up together. The male protagonist's paranoid and restrictive love at the beginning gradually transforms into true love. The female protagonist also gradually understands the male protagonist through communication, and she is strong, objective and independent. After going through ups and downs, we are finally truly together. If I love you—— It's definitely not like a climbing flower in the sky, Use your high branches to show off yourself; If I love you—— Never imitate the infatuated bird, Repeating monotonous songs for green shade; Not just like a fountain, Bringing cool comfort all year round; Not just like dangerous peaks, increase your height, Set off your majesty. Even daylight, Even spring rain. No, these are not enough! I must be a kapok tree near you, Standing with you as an image of a tree. Roots, clenched in the ground; Leaves touch each other in the clouds. Every gust of wind passes by, We all greet each other, but no one, Understand our words. You have your brass branches and iron trunks, Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd; I have my red flowers, Like a heavy sigh, And like a heroic torch. We share the cold wave, the wind and thunder, the thunderbolt; We share mist, liulan, and hauni. As if separated forever, But they are dependent on each other for life. This is great love, Here lies the constancy: love—— Not only do I love your majestic body, I also love the position you insist on, The ground beneath your feet.