Pre-received articles: abo's "Second Heart", "Vancouver Rainy Season", a reunion after breaking the mirror (please collect it ૮₍ ˊᯅˋ₎ა)
1.
Shen Han, an "illegitimate daughter" ignored by everyone.
The only unusual thing is that she likes Song Lin, and she voluntarily marries into the Song family because her sister ran away from marriage.
Song Lin, the third young master of a wealthy businessman family in Hong Kong, is cold and merciless.
Under the unequal relationship, everyone knew that Shen Han was just a tool to ensure resource replacement.
After three years of marriage, I never wore a wedding ring, and set the rules in a cold voice under the warm yellow light:
Don't interfere in each other's lives
Not entering each other's rooms
It is not required for acting in public places, no physical contact is allowed
…
In short, be a tool that can be kicked away at any time.
And she thought that as long as she was obedient enough, Song Lin would always see her.
At the party, Shen Han walked outside the door and heard his friend chuckle: "Call someone here, isn't it because you have been acting for a long time and you will take it seriously?"
"No."
Shen Han looked at the man who walked out of the door. The white shirt that was cut close to his body had a little red print on it.
When they looked at each other, his eyelashes didn't move at all, and there was no emotion in his dark eyes. "It's just an act, and it won't come true if it's fake."
Shen Han lowered his eyes and smiled lightly: "I know."
2.
At first, Song Lin hated the greedy Shen family, and even more hated the illegitimate daughter who was given away by the Shen family.
Later, he never thought that the person who overturned the rules would be himself.
During the divorce cooling-off period, Song Lin seemed to know his ordinary and inconspicuous wife for the first time.
Communicate fluently in English with others, have a bright and open smile, and give a generous hug when parting...
The dim silver light on the lapel chain fell into his dark eyes, and the knuckles on the thin champagne glass turned slightly white.
The banquet is not over yet, in his dark room upstairs,
Shen Han's back was pressed against the cool back of the door, and his neck was pinched and rubbed gently.
The voice that was almost close to her ear seemed a little impatient: "Who is he?"
This is the first time Shen Han has entered this room. "Is Mr. Song trying to interfere in my life?"
He asked coldly, making Song Lin's eyes red with anger for a moment. He stopped stroking, and the strength of his hand pinched her, making it difficult for her to breathe, and he almost touched the corner of her lips:
"So, he is your next suitor?"
Without waiting for an answer, Song Lin took advantage of her efforts to push him away and hugged her into his arms: "If you act fake for a long time, it will become real."
(First edition copy, to be revised)
Reading guide:
Double C, some bloody writing...
————————Advance article "Vancouver Rainy Season" ————————
"Vancouver Rainy Season" - Moon Literature
1
Vancouver's rainy season is as long as a slow suicide.
Shen Tingqing thought she should have gotten used to holding an umbrella alone - until she saw Wei Ji.
He is no longer the arrogant young man he once was. The long-handled black umbrella tilted towards her, and the slender fingers had distinct joints, but they were trembling.
"Long time no see."
Four words. We have known each other for eleven years and been separated for five years.
Shen Tingqing forgot the response she should have.
——Wei Ji, but I can see you often. In every moment I close my eyes, every day I thought I had forgotten you.
2
At first sight, it seemed like a cliché hero saving a beauty.
Shen Tingqing had seen him fighting desperately, with blood on the corners of his lips, and a pair of eyes full of evil. The person collapsed, and he stretched out his hand to pull down Shen Tingqing who was standing - his lips were warm, mixed with the smell of rust, rough and raw.
Shen Tingqing didn't close her eyes. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough for her to remember for five years.
Five years later, she took the initiative to squat down in front of him,
"Since we are looking for an unlucky guy, Wei Ji, I am willing to be that springboard."
She reached out to touch the new wound on his cheek, and he grabbed her wrist.
Wei Ji slowly wiped away the rain and blood on his face and raised his hand to knock the umbrella out of her hand. The moment the umbrella landed, the rain soaked through her thin clothing, and her collarbone and waistline were faintly visible.
His eyes slid down her face, and his changed eyes jokingly said,
"Is the eldest lady's compassion causing trouble, or is the Holy Mother's heart overflowing?"
Pressing his thumb on the inside of her wrist, she could clearly feel his body temperature on the thin skin - it was hot, which made it even more ridiculous with his extremely cold expression.
Shen Tingqing didn't pick up the umbrella. She leaned closer, the toes of her shoes were submerged in the water, and the rainwater dripped down her chin, almost touching his chest.
"Neither."
Wei Ji tightened and loosened his knuckles on her wrist.
It was as if he wanted to pull her over, but also as if he was desperately holding back.
3
Wei Ji has never been a good person.
From the beginning, all he wanted was to drag Shen Tingqing into his world where it was always raining.
When they met again, the person holding the umbrella became him, and Shen Tingqing was trapped in the rainy season in Vancouver as he wished.
But his hand holding the black umbrella handle was trembling, and he asked: "Shen Tingqing, have you ever regretted it?"
————Received in advance————
"Second Heart"
"It turns out that you had such a bad life while I was away..."
The only family in the alliance with an S-level Omega in power, and the only heir to the Fan family in this generation, Fan Yuanyi is a top-level S-level Omega who is naturally sick and frail, and the contradiction is to be expected.
Seven-year-old Fan Yuan opened his eyes again and again,
"I survived..."
One year later,
"He showed up."
Five years later,
"He is still the same as the memory..." The same contradictions, the same desire to be free.
Five years later,
"He still hasn't shown up, and I'm still alone."
Three years later,
"I'm going to send him off with my own hands."
After three months of preparation, when it was time to say goodbye,
"He doesn't remember me anymore. He has a different personality, a new... Lover, and a new future..."
One year later,
"Why? Why is it different from the memory? Why does he want to come back?"
"But he is not... The one who will love me."
Intention: May all your wishes come true
