They All Want to Win Me Over [GB]

My name is Song Jiwei. On my twenty-sixth birthday, my boyfriend proposed to me. Beautiful flowers, an expensive dinner, and a dazzling drone show played out before my eyes, but my heart was already full of arguments I’d deliberately ignored and perfunctory affection I’d tried to cover up. So I turned him down. He knelt in front of me, eyes red and voice trembling, saying he couldn’t live without me. The crowd cheered and shouted for me to marry him. I refused, he flew into a rage, I called the police, and he was taken away. Even as he was led off, he struggled. There was a kind of madness in the way he looked at me, something I couldn’t understand. I understood soon enough. The moment midnight passed, time rewound a year. Everything started over. And he, the man who was supposed to become my boyfriend, became an insignificant NPC in the new world. Meanwhile, the new neighbor who moved in across the hall began appearing in my life more and more often. A university professor. Gentle, easily flustered, good at cooking and at winning me over. I was almost lost in him, until the first time I touched him. “Affection +1.” A cold electronic voice suddenly sounded in my ear. It was his inner voice, like a bucket of cold water poured over my heart. I continued enjoying all the warmth he gave me, but in truth treated it as nothing more than an act. So why... did he never ask me for anything, even by the end of the loop? In the next round, there was the young master of a client company: arrogant, domineering, fond of throwing my proposals around and calling me in the middle of the night just to make things difficult. He never had a kind word to say, but when I pinned him beneath me, the scorching words I heard in my ear were: “She looks pretty good when she’s scolding me.” The fourth was a cool and aloof superior, always demanding, always proud, always wearing that distant, half-dead expression. If he weren’t so handsome, I wouldn’t give him a second glance. If he weren’t so handsome, I wouldn’t touch him twice. Wait, he... how could he get pregnant? All right, I’ve figured out the rules. Now I have only one question: Why can’t I be the one who makes the rules? Reader’s guide: 1. Girl x boy. 2. Third-person narration. 3. The fourth male lead’s pregnancy is part of the setting; he isn’t intersex. 4. I couldn’t keep writing this story at first, but I couldn’t stand seeing an unfinished novel on my list, so I rewrote it. 5. Thanks for reading. Theme: Persevere and keep striving