A Thought, a Long Capital [Rekindled Romance]

[Complete] The full text is available, but pirated copies are incomplete. Thanks to all the lovely readers for supporting the official version. Gentle, stubborn, fragile little flower x devoted, scheming bking older man A powerful man from Beijing’s elite circle finally lowers his head / Reunited after a breakup / Reunited at the opening / A bittersweet romance at heart At eighteen, Ji Ling came to Beijing early to work and save up for her living expenses. A drunken rich kid harassed her and tried to take her away, relying on his family’s power. He Xunzhang happened to pass by. Without a care, he smashed a bottle over the man’s head, then casually rescued her. With a slight turn of his wrist and an indifferent expression, the man said, “What kind of achievement is it to bully a young girl?” That was when Ji Ling and He Xunzhang’s entanglement began. Once, He Xunzhang said he would take Ji Ling to meet some people. She had just arrived when she heard his cool, detached voice through the private room door: “She’s just a nuisance I happened to pick up.” Ji Ling’s heart clenched. She turned and quietly left. Everyone said the young master of the He family was powerful, cold-faced, and callous. At last, that saying proved true for her, too. After all those years by He Xunzhang’s side, she amounted to no more than the word “nuisance.” That night, she messaged He Xunzhang: “I’m feeling a little unwell. I won’t come over after all.” He Xunzhang didn’t reply. Ji Ling cried alone on the balcony all night. After that, He Xunzhang never saw Ji Ling again. Years passed before they met again. Somehow, He Xunzhang had become Ji Ling’s direct supervisor. Trapped at a drinking party with no way out, she was on the verge of despair when He Xunzhang suddenly appeared. He kicked the man away and shielded her behind him. The girl in his arms was trembling, just as she had been when they first met. He Xunzhang’s face darkened. “I thought you’d learned to handle yourself by now. After all that time with me, and you still haven’t?” It rained heavily the day they reunited. Ji Ling said her boyfriend was coming to pick her up. He Xunzhang laughed scornfully. “Boyfriend? Ji Ling, did I ever agree to break up with you?” Her eyes were red, but she remained stubborn. “You must be joking, Mr. He. Were we ever together?” He gripped Ji Ling’s chin and kissed her, his other hand moving with practiced familiarity. “If we were never together, why do you react so strongly to me?” Every part of her bore the traces of his love. Though they seemed worlds apart, in private they had once been closer than anyone. Instead of the bashful reaction he had imagined, Ji Ling cried, utterly heartbroken. Now He Xunzhang was the one who panicked. At a loss, he cupped her face. “Don’t cry. It’s my fault. I’m a bastard.” “Ji Ling, can you stay by my side again?” “I can stay by your side, too.” Chairman He made a high-profile declaration of love at a press conference, and it swept across the headlines of every major media outlet. “Seven years ago, I fell in love with a girl at first sight. She has a tenacious spirit and the kindest heart. She is the only person I have ever recognized as the love of my life.” After all the twists and turns, you’re the only one I love. Reader’s Guide: 1. The male lead is not a playboy. The heroine is the only woman who has ever truly been with him. They are both completely faithful in body and heart. 2. The heroine’s “current boyfriend” is fake. She has never been with anyone else. She still has feelings for the male lead and can’t let him go, but she doesn’t want to forgive him too quickly. 3. They are each other’s first love, with no prior partners. They reunite at the beginning. This is not a groveling-to-win-back-his-wife story. The novel is sweet, not angsty. Please add my next novel, Scorching Heat After Marriage, to your reading list in advance! Married first, fall in love later / He falls first / Six-year age gap Gentle, sensitive, fragile little flower vs. paternal, wealthy young master The year Xi Xi turned twenty-two, she received her graduation certificate and marriage certificate at the same time. Back then, she hid in the school stairwell to talk with her family. After hanging up, she stood alone at the corridor corner, quietly shedding tears. A steady voice came from above her. “Don’t cry.” Xi Xi looked up in a daze and met a pair of deep-set eyes. Han Qingzhuo handed her a packet of tissues. His hands were long and elegant, the most beautiful pair she had ever seen. He said, “If you’re willing, give things a try with me.” Han Qingzhuo, head of the Han family, stood 189 centimeters tall, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Refined and aloof, he was famously unattainable in Beijing. No one could have imagined he would marry a young woman with no apparent connection to him. At the beginning of their marriage, Xi Xi and Han Qingzhuo slept in separate rooms. Xi Xi always remembered their three rules and didn’t dare cross the line in the slightest. Yet every night, Han Qingzhuo could hear strange noises coming from the room next door. At dinner, Xi Xi even accidentally tapped an audio clip right in front of him: “Still not enough?” “I’ll satisfy you.” At last, something subtle shifted in the way Han Qingzhuo looked at his wife. On a business trip, Xi Xi unexpectedly ran into Han Qingzhuo at a reception. She froze for a moment, then hurriedly looked away, careful not to let her colleagues notice anything. She diligently pretended not to know her secretly married husband, who was also her direct supervisor. After the event, Han Qingzhuo cornered her in a cramped nook. The man’s burning breath washed over her face. Apparently dissatisfied with her keeping her distance in public, Han Qingzhuo kissed her until she was utterly helpless. Soft, lingering kisses fell on her forehead and lips. As they paused for breath, Xi Xi heard him ask in a low voice: “Why don’t you call me hubby anymore, baby?” “Come to my room when this is over.” On Xi Xi’s birthday, Han Qingzhuo posted an update for the first time in ages: “What night is this? You’re all I need.” Theme: Don’t bow your head to life.