Love Has No Cure

At thirty-two, Su Qingyue returned from studying abroad and joined a tiny law firm in Taining City that couldn't even break into the top thirty.

Su Qingyue boldly declared: Wherever I am, that's where the clients will be.

At twenty-three, Gu Anhe had just finished spending every day rushing around campus to debate. She was curled up at home watching dramas when her roommate, Song Yinuo, suddenly shouted, “My goddess is coming back!”

Gu Anhe turned her head and looked. “Wow, a gorgeous older woman. I like her.”

When nine-year-old Su Qingyue came home from school, she saw her parents preparing to leave with a pile of formula and diapers. Before she had even put down her schoolbag, they took her to the hospital, where she saw a wrinkly little baby.

Su Qingyue: “Mom, Dad, she's so ugly.”

Baby Gu Anhe: “You're ugly.”

Mr. Su: “Yueyue, this is your little niece.”

Su Qingyue: “Still not pretty.”

When Su Qingyue was eighteen, the Su family fell from grace overnight. At the airport, nine-year-old Gu Anhe clung tightly to Su Qingyue's leg.

Gu Anhe: “Auntie, you'll come back, right?”

Su Qingyue crouched down to meet her little niece's eyes. “I'll be back soon.”

Gu Anhe remembered those words for fourteen years.

After fourteen years apart, Su Qingyue had become the “Invincible War Goddess.” Gu Anhe had grown from a little dumpling into a lovely young woman.

Su Qingyue: “The kid is so pretty.”

Gu Anhe: “Auntie is pretty too.”

After testing the waters again and again, Gu Anhe circled around Su Qingyue like a little puppy.

Gu Anhe mustered up the courage to confess, only to be rejected with a cold expression by Lawyer Su.

Su Qingyue: “I'm your aunt!”

Gu Anhe grinned. “We're not blood-related.”

Su Qingyue stubbornly resisted, but she couldn't withstand the young woman's enthusiastic conquest. Clothes were scattered across the office floor, and Su Qingyue was marked again and again. They spent a passionate night in each other's arms, awake until dawn.

Su Qingyue walked out of the office, holding her waist, her legs trembling.

Gu Anhe was wrapped in a blanket, lounging against the headboard with a satisfied look. “Should I call you Auntie or girlfriend?”

Coming soon: The Teacher Isn't Behaving

Shen Zhixu first met Lin Yan in the Chinese teachers' office. The eighteen-year-old girl was carrying a stack of homework and smiling as she set a cup of chrysanthemum tea on her desk.

At the time, Shen Zhixu had just been promoted to dean of studies and was the homeroom teacher for the repeat-year class. Lin Yan was one of her students. Shen Zhixu couldn't understand why the girl had chosen to repeat the year when she'd already scored over 600 on her exams.

Lin Yan was one of the top students in the class, always ranking in the top ten in her grade. She was beautiful, her white school uniform always spotless, and her hair always tied up in a neat, high ponytail. She smiled at everyone.

The first time Lin Yan saw Shen Zhixu at the front of the classroom, she was captivated. She had never met such a gentle teacher, with such a charming smile. It stirred a strange thought in her mind.

At the farewell banquet after the college entrance exams, Shen Zhixu got drunk. Lin Yan took her home and, in the dim light, secretly kissed her.

Lin Yan: “Teacher Shen smells so nice.”

Shen Zhixu, thinking to herself: I don't dare open my eyes. This must be a hallucination.

University life was always full of excitement. One suitor after another appeared around Lin Yan, but the one she couldn't forget was still Teacher Shen, so she started finding excuses to bump into her.

A typhoon hit, and Shen Zhixu was soaked through. As soon as she entered the stairwell, a shadow startled her.

Lin Yan was shivering, sitting pitifully outside Shen Zhixu's door.

Lin Yan, a drenched little puppy: “Teacher, please let me stay.”

Shen Zhixu looked at the see-through white T-shirt, swallowed, and calmly looked away as she opened the door.

Teacher Shen, feeling guilty: “Come in quickly, before you catch a chill.”

The next day, Teacher Shen lay weakly in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

All that talk about clingy little puppies was a lie. This was a big bad wolf in sheep's clothing!

Theme: You protect justice, and I'll protect you.