A Sleepless Night in the Downpour

[Both leads are virgins, 1v1 | Beijing’s elite circle | 7-year age gap | She deliberately approaches him | Extreme push and pull | The composed one loses control] Powerful man x seemingly obedient woman - From the moment they first met, everything was part of her plan. Everyone said the current head of the Fu family was a gentleman, reserved and uninterested in women. Cen Xi scoffed at the idea. She whispered mockingly to her friend, “Take away the looks, and he might have nothing going for him.” But when she turned around, a figure emerged from the shadows, his expression unreadable. “Miss Cen seems to know me quite well?” On the night she had nowhere else to go, Cen Xi stood in Fu Wenting’s bedroom. He silently took off his watch and tie as the automatic curtains behind him slowly closed. His usually impassive eyes settled on her, as though he could see right through her. “Miss Cen, why not tell me outright what you want from me?” Cen Xi suppressed the countless emotions surging inside her and walked toward him step by step. Her eyes held just the right amount of admiration and shyness. “What if I said I want you?” Before Cen Xi appeared, Fu Wenting had never thought his life was dull. But after witnessing her clumsy little schemes, he found himself thinking of her when he least expected it. Until the night the truth came out, when Cen Xi put away all her emotions, leaving only indifference. “After tonight, I hope we never see each other again.” The dampness and suffocation of the rainy night spread through the room in an instant. Fu Wenting’s voice was hoarse, his thin lips beneath the collarbone clearly visible above her. “Don’t even think about it.” Coming soon: Summer Weightlessness [Both leads are virgins, 1v1, Beijing’s elite circle, 4-year age gap, possessive romance] Song Li first met Zhou Yansi in a private lounge after an auction. The man stood tall and straight, with the event’s host, a company chairman, raising a glass at his side. Song Li had heard what he’d done: he’d sent his own maternal uncle to prison. Knowing how heartless he was beneath that dignified exterior, Song Li was about to look away when the man turned his gaze on her. Because of her mother’s romantic escapades, Song Li had learned from childhood to protect herself and stay out of trouble. She never imagined she would get involved with Zhou Yansi, so she often found her thoughts wandering when they were together. But a man accustomed to wielding power wasn’t going to be deterred by such mild resistance. The moment her heart strayed, he would find a way to bring her attention back. “Bad habits need to be corrected.” When Zhou Yansi first met Song Li, he could tell she was obedient and followed the rules. Someone warned him, “Don’t just look at her face. You might get dragged into a mess.” Zhou Yansi didn’t care. He never pretended to be a paragon, and his methods were far from spotless. He replied calmly, “It’s fine.” But he underestimated the little sparrow. When she finally confronted him coldly, she said, “Even a casual fling has a time limit.” Zhou Yansi lowered his eyes and toyed with the silver lighter on the coffee table. With a sharp click, the flame licked the edge of the contract she had worked so hard to negotiate. “A Li, go ahead and see how far you can get without my permission.” Later, Song Li still left. Someone joked, “Like mother, like daughter. At least he had his fun, so it wasn’t a loss.” No one expected the taciturn Zhou Yansi to fly into a rage and throw a punch on the spot. Only then did people realize that some women had long since made a home in his heart. After returning to her small southern hometown, Song Li lived a steady, uneventful life. Then a friend found her a suitable marriage prospect, and they started planning the wedding. She thought she had finally settled down. But on the day she went to try on her wedding dress, the curtain of the fitting room opened to reveal that her boyfriend was gone, replaced by a man she hadn’t seen in a long time. Before she could react, Zhou Yansi had already walked up the steps. Something cold touched her fingertip: a diamond ring, exactly the right size. The man lowered his head and kissed her forehead. “A Li, you can only marry me.” Theme: Don’t let hatred become a shackle