Coveting the Tart Fruit

Launching in summer 2026!!!

★ Blurb ★

[Face-slapping and groveling for his wife | Off-the-charts sexual tension | Cold-faced hero doing laundry | Two wealthy families, marriage first and love later | Amnesia and a fresh start | Mystery]

Proud, devoted, dominant but easily flustered VS. Alluring, unknowingly mischievous, black-to-white heroine,

A lawyer who keeps tabs on his wife and acts like a big shot X A quirky wife with a great sense of humor

Buddha said: There are eight winds in life: gain, loss, disgrace, fame, praise, ridicule, suffering, and joy. Whoever remains unmoved by the eight winds sees the Buddha.

Shi Yanqi once thought he was unmoved by the eight winds.

Until he married Jiang Wanzhen.

[1]

Shi Yanqi, an elite lawyer forced to inherit the family business, is known in high society as a cold-faced Buddha. Refined and dignified, he keeps himself beyond reproach. The only stain on his life is the marriage his family forced upon him.

Jiang Wanzhen has a beautiful face but not the sharpest mind. Her daily routine consists of shopping, parties, showing off her wealth, and giving service staff a hard time.

Everyone in the Lingnan elite knows that Miss Jiang is infatuated with the second young master of the Shi family, chasing after him so frantically that the whole city has heard about it.

On their wedding day, their social circle raised a toast, eyes brimming with anticipation for the spectacle to come.

She pursued, he dodged. She advanced, he retreated.

In their marital bedroom, she slept on the east side and he on the west. The distance between them was far more than three feet.

Every day, Shi Yanqi flipped through the calendar, precisely calculating the countdown to the end of their marriage.

Until the accident.

On her way to buy him a birthday present, she got into an accident and suffered a head injury.

When he arrived, the person in the hospital bed had just woken up.

Their eyes met. She blinked and suddenly asked, "What's your name, handsome? Are you a celebrity?"

Shi Yanqi: "?"

[2]

She had forgotten everything.

Including how to spend money, how to make life difficult for others, how to order champagne in ten languages, and how to chase after him and cling to him.

The Jiang Wanzhen of today gets up at eight every morning and feeds stray cats in the courtyard with a glass of milk in hand.

She makes her own breakfast, then goes to work diligently.

When she sees him in the hallway, she politely nods. "Morning." Then she walks right past him.

The good news: She finally stopped clinging to him.

The bad news: He started wishing she would cling to him again.

The even worse news: She looks at him no differently than the pothos plant she keeps.

[3]

They never interfered in each other's business, getting along on the surface like two strangers sharing a rental.

Until one late night, after a little to drink, she looked at the man across from her, dressed in a suit and studying financial reports, and suddenly found it all unbearably dull.

She teetered over to him in high heels, the strap of her red dress slipping down half an inch. She raised the corners of her eyes. "How about we..."

Shi Yanqi looked up. His gaze passed over her collarbone, and he said flatly, "You've had too much to drink."

"Who has?" She sat on his desk and leaned in close. "I just wanted to ask you..."

"Ask what?"

"Are you impotent?"

The air froze for three seconds.

He set down the financial report, removed his gold-rimmed glasses with unhurried ease, and suddenly smiled.

It was the first time she had seen him smile, and the first time she regretted anything. Beneath that Buddha-like face, there was a wolf.

The good news: He could perform.

The bad news: He could perform too well.

The even worse news: Afterward, he acted as if nothing had happened. The next day, he made her hangover soup and drove them to work together, then kept performing that night.

Jiang Wanzhen glared at the marks on her neck in the mirror, furious.

[Little Scene]

One day, Jiang Wanzhen found an old diary tucked away in a corner of the dressing room.

That night, she leaned against the bedroom door and looked at Shi Yanqi, who was pretending to study financial reports. "So I really did send you 'Good night' every single day."

"And you never replied to even one." She paused. "Was I... really that bored?"

His back stiffened slightly.

Then he shut his laptop, walked over, and swept her into his arms. His voice was fierce:

"...I'll make up for every single one now."

"Until you tell me to stop."

(Blurb and full outline screen-recorded and archived as evidence: 2025.12.23)

The end

★[Reader's Guide]

1. Both leads are each other's first and only, with an older male lead. 1v1, happy ending.

2. The truth is not as simple as the blurb suggests. The characters, places, and events are entirely fictional. The leads aren't perfect, so please don't send writing advice.

3. Every chapter plants subtle clues that all come back in the end. No padding, so please don't skip chapters (I'm begging you)~

Theme: Only I can define who I am.