After We Broke Up, My Cold Ex Finally Came Around

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Flirtatious dance student vs. "frigid" sculptor

Su Yunian was so good-looking that plenty of people pursued him, even with his short temper. He had no interest in the annoying athletes at his school, but during winter break in his junior year, he met his older brother's friend, Shang Zhuoyan.

Shang Zhuoyan was a jade sculptor, a master in his field. He was taciturn, neither witty nor funny, and he couldn't be bothered with Su Yunian.

But that chilly attitude only made Su Yunian more interested, and he couldn't resist the sculptor's long, nimble, powerful hands.

Before long, thanks to Su Yunian's advances, he successfully found himself a... dad.

Shang Zhuoyan used his age and strength as an excuse to interfere in everything. Su Yunian wasn't allowed to come home late, and dressing too lightly was even more out of the question. Su Yunian held back his temper, thinking he ought to get something out of this before he ran away.

Winter break was almost over, and the proper, old-fashioned man finally dropped the act and invited him over.

Su Yunian was eager to see just how nimble a sculptor's hands could be.

Shang Zhuoyan really did... love carving stone.

That's right, Shang Zhuoyan took him home and spent the entire night carving stone.

And then he did the same thing for the next several nights.

Exhausted and speechless, Su Yunian licked his lips, too foggy-headed to think straight. "Shang Zhuoyan, are you frigid?"

Shang Zhuoyan didn't answer. He let his actions speak for him.

He believed that sculpting required technique and everything had its proper rules. This sort of thing should only happen after he married Su Yunian.

But when Su Yunian licked his lips and asked him the question in a daze, he tossed his principles aside once again.

Late that night, holding the sleeping Su Yunian in his arms, he silently began counting down to their wedding day.

By morning, Su Yunian had disappeared.

Clutching his sore backside, Su Yunian ran as fast as he could. He'd never think Shang Zhuoyan was frigid again! He felt sorry for himself!

After winter break ended, Su Yunian enjoyed a few peaceful days at school and assumed that he and Shang Zhuoyan had tacitly and amicably gone their separate ways.

Until one ordinary night.

Su Yunian was pinned against a wall, his eyes red from being teased. "We... already broke up!"

"Oh? When was that?" Shang Zhuoyan kept closing in, refusing to let up.

"Th-that morning." Su Yunian sounded less and less certain.

Shang Zhuoyan laughed in exasperation, while those hands Su Yunian liked so much made him whimper. "Say that again, Niannian."

Only belatedly did Su Yunian realize that he'd picked the wrong person to provoke.

Throughout the long nights, Shang Zhuoyan would hold his waist and ask in a quiet voice, "Niannian, still want to break up?"

Su Yunian glanced back with narrowed eyes, close to tears. "N-no... I don't."

Note: This is a shameless, personal-fetish kind of story. Details may be revised!

There's an age gap of about seven or eight years, and a big difference in build. The little fox is a dancer with very... impressive flexibility. Please read at your own discretion!!!

One-on-one, both leads' first time. Every setup is in service of this couple!

A preview of my next book, A Match Made in Heaven

Alternate-history Republican-era setting / patriarchal traditional family / scheming and taking what one wants / ten-year age gap / pregnancy and childbirth

From the day he was born, Song Weien was promised in marriage to the young master of the Zhuang family.

Zhuang Hengxu had been unruly and willful since childhood, while Song Weien had always been obedient and well-behaved. One lively, one quiet. Everyone said they were a match made in heaven.

Because of their engagement, Song Weien studied, wrote, learned etiquette, and practiced arithmetic alongside Zhuang Hengxu from a young age.

Song Weien's mother died when he was young. Knowing that his family had fallen on hard times and that he was marrying above his station, he was grateful that the Zhuang elders doted on him. He looked forward to marrying into the family soon, settling everything, and taking good care of the elders.

Of course, that did not include Zhuang Chongchen, the Zhuang family's current head and Zhuang Hengxu's younger uncle.

More than once, Zhuang Chongchen had told him he was still young and there was no need to rush the wedding.

When Song Weien was little, he heard the adults say that Zhuang Chongchen was a living King of Hell who had crawled out of a pile of corpses and survived a gaping hole in his chest.

Song Weien was timid, and hearing those stories always made him cry. So when he was young, seeing Zhuang Chongchen and smelling the gunpowder on him made him bawl even harder.

When he grew older, whenever he caught sight of Zhuang Chongchen in the main hall, Song Weien would turn and run, huffing and puffing until he tripped over his own feet and fell in front of him.

With a smile, Zhuang Chongchen would reach down and pick him up. His calloused hand pinched Song Weien's soft cheek. "Weien, why are you running?"

Of course I'm running because I saw you!

Song Weien didn't dare say it aloud, so he only turned away and ran even faster.

As he grew older, he came to realize that Zhuang Chongchen wasn't a bad person at all. Since taking charge, he had supported and helped the Song family, and he was always kind to Song Weien, asking after his health and studies. This man, who had fought his way through blades and bullets, was as gentle and considerate with him as an older brother next door.

Song Weien could feel his kindness, but he was still frightened of his younger uncle-to-be deep down. He had also decided that once he married into the family, he would take good care of him.

But things didn't go as hoped. Zhuang Hengxu suddenly decided to study abroad for two years, and Song Weien could only wait anxiously for his return.

A little over six months after the ship left port, Zhuang Chongchen handed Song Weien a letter from Zhuang Hengxu.

In it, Zhuang Hengxu said he had met someone overseas who understood him, that he wanted to choose love freely, and that he would no longer accept an arranged marriage.

Song Weien felt as if he'd been struck by lightning. If he couldn't marry into the Zhuang family and receive their protection, what would become of the Song family?

Clutching the cruel letter, he couldn't stop crying.

Suddenly, a calloused finger wiped the tears from his cheek. Zhuang Chongchen spoke calmly: "Weien, Zhuang Hengxu isn't the only young man in the family. Why not marry me instead?"

Marry Zhuang Chongchen? Marry his younger uncle?!

Song Weien had no time to think. The Song family had no choice when the Zhuang family made the proposal, so they sent him off to the bridal chamber with joy.

On their wedding night, Song Weien cried hard, pushing against Zhuang Chongchen's body, solid as iron. "Uncle... we can't."

Zhuang Chongchen said, "Weien, you should call me husband now."

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Zhuang Hengxu returned home after a long journey, looking forward to marrying Song Weien as soon as possible. Instead, he found Song Weien in Zhuang Chongchen's arms.

Zhuang Hengxu went mad, demanding an explanation.

Song Weien only said, "Didn't you write home saying you already had a lover and wouldn't marry me?"

Zhuang Hengxu snapped, "When the hell did I ever send a letter like that?"

Zhuang Chongchen, who had been silent until then, suddenly spoke. His palm gently stroked Song Weien's slightly rounded belly. "Hengxu, watch your language. Your aunt is pregnant. You mustn't upset her."

Note: This is an extremely traditional, patriarchal story. The male lead has very little morality and is utterly despicable!

Pregnancy and childbirth are part of the story, and the pregnancy will probably last a long time.

Details may be revised.

Theme: Believe in love and seek it out.