After Rekindling Things With a Seductive Bad Girl

Cool, gentle, top student younger girl 🥺 x seductive, flirtatious, wicked older woman 🥰

The first time Zhou Xiangnian met Jiang Qingci was during the painful, oppressive year she turned eighteen.

That snowy night, she was starving, miserable, and disheveled. Jiang Qingci, meanwhile, was the brightest rose in the county's dance hall, dazzling and alluring.

Dressed in a dark green qipao, Jiang Qingci swayed beneath the dim lights. She was always smiling, her eyes curved and tender, charming her way from table to table. She was like a wild rose, a rose, a crabapple blossom.

Jiang Qingci looked at her and lifted her chin, her tone suggestive. "A good student from County No. 1 High School."

"A dance hall isn't a place for a sweet little thing like you."

A few months later, Zhou Xiangnian's foster family refused to adopt her. With nowhere else to turn in this drab industrial county, she was eventually taken in by Jiang Qingci at her rented apartment.

They began living together, poor but sweetly devoted. In other people's eyes, Jiang Qingci was a refined, pampered woman who seemed never to lift a finger, and wouldn't let a speck of dust touch the hem of her qipao. But in this shabby little house, where one disaster followed another, she would lovingly cook for Zhou Xiangnian. With her manicured hands, she carefully sewed a crooked little flower over a hole in Zhou Xiangnian's faded school uniform.

Jiang Qingci was so gentle, but she was also fiercely possessive. She wouldn't let Zhou Xiangnian like any girl but her, or even talk too much with her female classmates. She went through Zhou Xiangnian's schoolbag to check for love letters, and sniffed the collar of her uniform to see if it carried another girl's perfume.

If Zhou Xiangnian so much as stepped out of line, Jiang Qingci's eyes would narrow like a fox's, her expression gradually turning cold. Her voice remained soft and affectionate, but it sent a chill down Zhou Xiangnian's spine.

"Baby, didn't your big sister tell you not to look at other girls?"

"Do you think I'm too controlling? Do you not want to be with me anymore?"

"Does my little darling want to run away?"

When Zhou Xiangnian lowered her head, Jiang Qingci would turn gentle and alluring again. Sitting on her lap, she'd lean close, kiss her earlobe, and coax her in a soft, sultry voice:

"Will my good baby listen to big sister?"

"Once you've graduated from the college entrance exam..."

"Big sister will do grown-up things with you."

On the day the college entrance exam results came out, Zhou Xiangnian ranked first in the county.

Jiang Qingci laughed until she cried.

That summer was the only happy time they had. Jiang Qingci took Zhou Xiangnian to every corner of the county, taught her the names of every plant, and held her hand as they walked along the tracks of an abandoned steel mill. Her high heels wobbled on the railroad ties, and Zhou Xiangnian would grab her arm and giggle.

Zhou Xiangnian once thought that if she could just get through the college entrance exam, she would have the "reward" and "new life" her big sister had promised her.

During those bleak winter nights, Jiang Qingci loved to stroke Zhou Xiangnian's hair and call her "little treasure." She said that as long as Zhou Xiangnian behaved and finished her exams, she could choose whatever positions and variations she wanted with big sister.

But that day, for some reason, Jiang Qingci drank far too much. She laughed cruelly and contemptuously, pointing at Zhou Xiangnian. Her words were colder than the northern wind and snow:

"Zhou Xiangnian, who do you think you are? I was just messing with you, and you actually took me seriously?"

"You really thought you'd spend your whole life with me? Wake up. Your pathetic hopes were just something to amuse me when I was bored."

"I'm tired of playing with you."

Jiang Qingci was going back south. The chimneys of Tiexi District blurred into gray shapes in the rain. Zhou Xiangnian chased after the train, her shoes sinking into the mud. She fell several times, scraping her knees on coal cinders, and wept uncontrollably in the rain.

Inside the carriage, Jiang Qingci leaned against the window, her expression impossible to make out.

After that, Zhou Xiangnian's heart was completely broken. They did not see each other again for ten years.

Ten years later, in Hong Kong.

Zhou Xiangnian had become a popular singer. Her band had just finished a commercial performance. Their host was one of Hong Kong's wealthy families, and the crystal chandeliers in the banquet hall dazzled the eyes. She leaned against the bar with a drink in hand, until her manager pulled her away to socialize.

Then she saw Jiang Qingci.

She wore a long black velvet dress, her hair pinned up, with an emerald pendant in her ear. She stood among a crowd of socialites, smiling with effortless composure.

Zhou Xiangnian pretended they were strangers.

That night, a text from an unknown number appeared on her phone:

"Pretending you don't know your big sister?"

"Little treasure, you've grown some nerve."

What can I give you to keep you?

I give you the poor streets,

the desperate sunsets, the moon over the ruined suburbs.

I give you the sorrow of someone

who gazes at the lonely moon for a long, long time.

Jorge Luis Borges

[Reading Guide]

Eleven-year age gap, younger woman.

Mutual firsts, one-on-one romance, happy ending.

Coming-of-age, second chance after a breakup.

A recommendation for my good friend's novel. It's so good 🥰

My Ice Queen O Had My Baby After I Faked My Death

by Zui Hou Ying Jian Wo

[Poor, gentle, wicked Alpha x wealthy, icy Mommy Omega]

[Older-sister-and-puppy romance / faked death / no sidekick / angsty pursuit of a lost love]

Fang Zhi is a brilliant Alpha with a bright future, a competition prodigy who possesses a rare pheromone as precious as panda blood. Unfortunately, she was born poor, is clueless about romance, and greets everyone with the same carefree smile.

To pay for her younger sister's medical treatment, she is reduced to selling her pheromones on the black market, until a cold and ruthless heiress forcibly buys her out.

The beauty mark at the woman's eye trembled. It was her ex-girlfriend, the one who had dumped her for being too poor. Her rich, resonant voice rang with a cold laugh:

"Long time no see."

Song Yanyue was Fang Zhi's first love, and also her strictest Mommy.

Everyone envied Fang Zhi for winning the favor of a haughty, chaste top Omega.

Only Fang Zhi knew how much Song Yanyue hated her.

She never let Fang Zhi spend the night in the master bedroom. After getting comforted, she would kick her away, wantonly squeezing the gland and leaving bite marks. In intimate moments, she humiliated her without restraint:

"As long as I pay, will you do anything?"

"A contract wife is just a plaything kept with money."

When Fang Zhi was hospitalized with a serious illness, even her friends couldn't stand it. They grabbed the collar of the long-overdue Song Yanyue and roared, "She's dying. Don't you know that?"

The frail young woman opened her eyes on the hospital bed, only to hear the other woman speak with the same cold, cutting sarcasm:

"Lying again, just like back then. Do you think I'm that easy to fool?"

"Tell me, how much money do you want this time?"

Fang Zhi lowered her lashes, hiding her medical report. Smiling, she did as Song Yanyue wanted and disappeared for good.

You really do hate me. Let this farewell letter be my last time wishing you a happy birthday.

Song Yanyue was a wealthy heiress, a top Omega who pursued perfection in everything and had never known failure.

Her one exception was having once fallen in love with Fang Zhi.

The mighty heiress had hidden her identity and given her heart, patiently teaching the green and awkward Fang Zhi, only to be rejected and deceived. Even Fang Zhi's name had been fake.

When Song Yanyue learned Fang Zhi was selling her pheromones on the black market, she was so furious that the usually rational and aloof woman nearly fainted. She immediately forced a buyout and threw the money in Fang Zhi's face herself.

Fang Zhi valued money above all else. As it happened, Song Yanyue had plenty of it.

She hated Fang Zhi's cheap kindness and transactional attitude, and hated even more that she had become addicted to Fang Zhi's pheromones, so easily dissolving into tears beneath the young woman's touch, then retaliating in humiliation and anger.

Until Fang Zhi was gone for good.

Song Yanyue had thought she didn't care at all, but night after night she suffered through withdrawal, nesting with the clothes Fang Zhi had left behind and turning over her belated grief again and again.

The haughty, noble Omega went mad. The only thing keeping her alive was the child they shared in her womb.

But at a charity gala in Barcelona, she came face-to-face with her "dead wife," standing beside an unfamiliar duchess, holding a child and offering someone else the tenderness that had once belonged only to her.

Theme: Uphold love and justice.