I Married a Top-Tier Star to Get My Wedding Gift Money Back

Blurb:

At a coworker’s wedding, Zhu Jinxi ran into Pei Siyan, a high school classmate she hadn’t seen in years.

Once the campus golden boy, he was now a top-traffic singer in the entertainment industry.

In this situation, she should have gone over to chat and make some connections. But when she remembered that they’d barely spoken during their three years of high school, she abandoned the idea.

To her surprise, Pei Siyan came over and spoke to her first.

“Long time no see. Let’s add each other.”

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Over the past few months, Zhu Jinxi had attended three weddings and two full-month celebrations for newborns.

Watching her gift money disappear, she was heartbroken. All her resentment eventually became a post on her social media feed.

[When I turn thirty, I’m throwing a huge birthday party and getting back every gift I’ve given out.]

Not long after she posted it, she received an unexpected message.

[Pei Siyan: If you want to get those gifts back, you can marry me. Then you won’t have to wait until you’re thirty.]

“???”

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Zhu Jinxi suspected she was so broke she’d lost her mind. She really did go and register her marriage to Pei Siyan just to recoup the gift money.

Fortunately, she remembered that Pei Siyan was a celebrity, so she repeatedly warned all their friends and family who came to the wedding to keep their marriage absolutely secret.

But there’s no such thing as a perfect secret. The news got out anyway.

#PeiSiyanIsMarried

#PeiSiyan’sLoveLife

#WhoIsZhuJinxi

In less than ten minutes, Pei Siyan’s name had flooded the entertainment trending charts, and hers had made the hot search list too.

Among all the marketing accounts trying to ride the buzz, Zhu Jinxi spotted a newly registered account posting a scoop: [Pei Siyan had secretly loved Zhu Jinxi for all three years of high school…]

She guessed Pei Siyan’s studio had released this fake story as a smokescreen to cover up the real news.

Getting the hint, Zhu Jinxi promptly reposted the scoop: [Fake! We weren’t close in high school.]

The next second, a message from Pei Siyan popped up.

He had reposted the same post: [True!]

A note before reading:

The author doesn’t follow celebrities, and none of the characters are based on real people. Please don’t associate them with anyone in real life! Thank you!

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Blurb:

Blurb:

At sixteen, Li Xiayang won the national youth championship in the 400-meter race with an outstanding performance. Online, many people called her a rising star.

But this rising star, with so many expectations resting on her shoulders, had already returned to her hometown with her medal, eager to show it off to He Ye.

He Ye had followed her around for as long as she could remember. As children, he waited every day for her training to end so they could walk home together. He mended her worn-out clothes, quietly ate the vegetables she didn’t like, and had just one flaw: his “delicate” constitution.

Among the country kids who were all tanned as dark as monkeys, He Ye stood out with his fair skin and delicate complexion. Even some rough fabrics gave him a rash.

So Li Xiayang used her prize money to buy He Ye a shirt made of exceptionally soft material.

But when Li Xiayang returned this time, He Ye was nowhere to be found. In his place, she found a hotheaded boy about his age in He Ye’s house.

“Who are you? Where’s He Ye?”

The hothead played a game on his phone without even glancing at her, then answered impatiently:

“What He Ye? He goes by Chi Jiaye now. He went back to Jing City to live the rich second-generation life. Why would he want to stay in this poor backwater?”

Holding the clothes she’d bought for He Ye, Li Xiayang sat dazed on the stone steps. She didn’t accept that he was gone until the sun had set.

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The next time she saw He Ye, he had changed his name, and his once thin frame had become tall and straight.

His lean, strong arm circled her waist as he lowered his head and kissed her hard.

Li Xiayang could barely breathe under his kisses. She pressed a hand to his chest. “Chi Jiaye, take a break.”

Chi Jiaye ignored her and murmured, “Baby, call me He Ye.”

…

When Li Xiayang woke the next day, she tossed the torn clothes she was wearing onto the floor.

She sighed. “I bought these for you back then, but never got to give them to you. I ended up using them as pajamas.”

Chi Jiaye silently got out of bed, picked up the clothes, and left the room.

Li Xiayang was puzzled. “Where are you going?”

“To mend them.”

Theme: A rose given to another leaves its fragrance on your hand.