The Buddhist Gentleman of Beijing: My Childhood Friend Is My Moonlight

[Beijing elite Buddhist gentleman x childhood-friend painter] [A groveling quest to win her back] [Sweet romance with angst]

Everyone in Beijing's elite circles knows that Xie Heng, the aloof and ascetic eldest grandson of the Xie family, treats only Wen Ruan like a little princess.

She came last in math, so he skipped his intensive training and stayed up all night tutoring her. When her period cramps became unbearable, he carried her to the infirmary. When she casually mentioned some paints, he cleared out the entire display counter for her.

Everyone thought they would be together forever, until at the Xie family's birthday banquet, he pushed her away with the words, “We come from different worlds.”

“I’m going to marry Su Qingyuan. We’re just like siblings.”

Wen Ruan clutched the engraved prayer beads and laughed through her tears. The next day, she left for Paris, leaving behind only a painting titled Farewell.

Three years later, she returned to China to widespread acclaim with her art exhibition, accompanied by a refined and talented man. Xie Heng went completely mad.

He waited in line for two hours to buy her favorite daifuku, publicly tore up his engagement contract with the Su family, then cornered her on a rainy night, eyes red, and pleaded, “Xiao Ruan, I was wrong.”

Wen Ruan raised an eyebrow coolly. “Mr. Xie, do we know each other?”

Later, everyone in Beijing's elite circles watched in disbelief as the decisive Mr. Xie crouched outside her studio like a loyal dog, then wept beneath an osmanthus tree as he proposed.

Xie Heng kissed her fingertips, each word carrying fifteen years of longing:

“My one and only moonlight has been you since we were five.”