Every Force Has Its Match

(Main story complete) Lu Xingliu is the eldest son of the Lu family, one of the most powerful clans in the capital. His features are strikingly refined, as if he had stepped out of a misty landscape painting. Cool and aloof by nature, he has rules and regulations ingrained in his bones. He is an oddity in the opulent, pleasure-seeking world of the elite. Ever since entering military academy, he has held himself to even stricter standards. Everyone worries about offending him, and they speak to him with trembling caution, weighing every word. Even raising their voices a little is enough to make them break out in a cold sweat. Chi Jiabao is the only daughter of a nouveau riche family from the countryside. Spoiled rotten since childhood, she acts like she owns the place and does whatever she pleases. Her catchphrase is, "Do you know who my dad is?" The two of them have nothing in common, until one day Lu Xingliu agrees to do a friend a favor and work as an instructor on a show meant to reform spoiled rich kids. Lu Xingliu is ruthless and forceful in everything he does, and he has the whole group of rich kids crying for their parents and fearing him like a tiger. When Chi Jiabao first shows up, she has three gold chains around her neck, eight gold rings on her fingers, and a knockoff LV bag slung over her waist that someone talked her into buying. The first time she sees Lu Xingliu, she drops a bank card in front of him and says arrogantly, "Hey, handsome. Two hundred thousand for a month with me." "Very good. No one's ever turned me down before. Do you know who my dad is?" Lu Xingliu: "...Get lost." At first sight of Lu Xingliu, Chi Jiabao is captivated by his looks and gets all worked up. She brags to her friends that she'll have the ice beauty wrapped around her finger within a month. They say a flower on a lofty peak is meant to be admired from afar, not enjoyed up close. Chi Jiabao not only gets up close, she plucks the flower and has her way with it. She just never expected that this little game would turn into such a big deal. Chi Jiabao: Oh no, I need to run. Warnings: An unconventional pairing, written for my own enjoyment. Everything here is made up, so if it's not your thing, don't force yourself to read it. (The heroine is an adult when she appears, and has already graduated from high school. She flunked her first college entrance exam and is repeating the year to take it again. The leads are three years apart, and both are adults when they start dating.) Upcoming new story: My Boyfriend Is a Horror Boss My name is Shen Mingguang. I'm nineteen and currently a sophomore in college. I'm taking Marxist philosophy as an elective. I'm a good, upright young man and a firm materialist. My life's motto is to defeat every ghost and demon. I recently got a new boyfriend. He's cool and reserved, with an air like frost and snow in the forest. He's considerate and attentive toward me. The only flaw is...he's a little too clingy. He expects me to reply to messages right away and pick up every call immediately. Apart from showering, sleeping, and using the bathroom, we have to be together every moment, as if he can't live without me. So much so that even in my dreams, I'm wrapped up in sticky tentacles, and the next morning my kidneys ache a little. On April Fool's Day, someone claimed to be a player who had escaped from an infinite-flow game. With a twisted expression, he screamed at me that my boyfriend was the final boss of the infinite-flow world, a monster sleeping beneath the deep sea and the source of all horrors! I tucked my Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxism under my arm, clasped my hands behind my back, and let out a long sigh. Apparently, after "I am Qin Shi Huang, send me money" and "Crazy Thursday, send me 50," prank jokes had reached a whole new level. Since the other guy didn't seem quite right in the head, I promptly soothed him, then kindly and warmly gave him a three-hour lesson in materialism. I even thoughtfully called a psychiatric hospital for him. But from that day on, my boyfriend started looking at me in increasingly strange ways. Theme: Only by standing on your own two feet can you have a beautiful romance