The Man Who Rejected Me N Times

Xu Jingwei was a dream to Qian Xiaohe, and every dream has to end one day.

Two years later, the two unexpectedly meet again in a war zone. Qian Xiaohe never imagined the day would come when her dream would come looking for her.

It's truly unbelievable.

P.S. 1. The hero is a peacekeeping police officer, and the heroine is a war correspondent. 2. The story is mainly about their romance. 3. Please go easy on me if anything isn't realistic~

Currently updating: Historical romance, My Warm and Cozy Home in the Fire Pit

Xue Cha was sold to the Dong family as a child and has served the Old Madam for years. She thought that once she was old enough, she could ask for permission to leave the household, marry an honest man, and live a quiet, comfortable life.

She never expected to grow more beautiful by the day, attracting the covetous attention of several masters of the household at once. But getting involved with any of them would be like jumping into a fire pit.

Just as she was anxiously pacing in circles, she heard a man outside teasing a young maid. "Beauty, is my great-aunt here?"

After he left, the maid spat. "What kind of relative is he? He's here to mooch off us again."

Xue Cha's eyes lit up. Sorry, Young Master Cousin, but you're the one for me! You're a fire pit too, but at least you're a smaller one.

Little Scene:

Wu Xian always thought that hanging a beam from the ceiling to keep one's head up and poking one's thigh with an awl to stay awake were things that happened only in books. Then Xue Cha entered his life, and he discovered people really did that in real life, and he was one of them.

Xue Cha leaned against the headboard, reading a storybook while keeping an eye on him.

"Sit up straight. Read for another half hour, then I'll let you sleep."

After finally making it through the half hour, he begged for mercy like a little dog.

"Wifey, is that enough?"

"Not yet. You got into a fight yesterday and had to pay one tael of silver in compensation. Copy out that scripture, then take it to sell tomorrow."

"Wifey... Wifey! When will this ever end?"

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