Little Boat Returns to the Islet

A femme fatale × a cocky puppy

A showbiz revenge story, a reunion after years apart, mutual devotion, both leads have no prior partners, happy ending

When they first met at A University, eighteen-year-old Jiang Qiao stepped onto campus and looked up slightly at the boy in front of her.

He had golden hair that gleamed in the sunlight, and an easygoing, carefree air.

His brows were slightly furrowed, his lips pressed together. His unfocused eyes were open, and impatience was written all over his face.

At A University, rumors said that heartthrob Lin Zhizhou came from a wealthy family and was exceptionally handsome, making him the object of every girl's admiration.

But everyone admired him from a distance, too afraid to approach.

The heartthrob had a bad temper. He was aloof and hardly ever spoke.

Later, Jiang Qiao strongly disagreed. Their heartthrob wasn't aloof; he just liked putting on an act. Around her, he was always smug and insufferable.

But then, somewhere along the way, they lost each other.

When they meet again five years later, she's a scandal-ridden actress, while he's the cherished heir to the Lin family.

She avoids him; he pursues her. He can't understand why they parted ways back then.

It's not that Jiang Qiao doesn't love him. She just doesn't dare. Someone living in hell shouldn't grasp at that little bit of sunlight for herself alone.

She wants to win lasting light for herself and for others.

“Lin Zhizhou, my real name is actually Little Boat. Will you say it for me?” The woman's eyes and brows were alluring, her beauty captivating.

Lin Zhizhou gently stroked the slender back of the woman in his arms. “Why are you called Little Boat?”

At his question, Jiang Qiao's expression turned wistful. “Because Mother Director said that when I was found, I had a sailboat necklace around my neck.”

Lin Zhizhou's hand grew firmer as he stroked her. “Little Boat. That's a lovely name. A little boat belongs in a harbor. See? Even your name says you're mine.” His gaze was resolute, his expression intent, his tenderness almost reverent.