My Mr. Prosecutor

[Published under the title My Mr. Qiao Anchen, now available]

Chu Yi and Qiao Anchen met on a blind date.

After they got married, Prosecutor Qiao was always busy, leaving early and returning late every day. Chu Yi, meanwhile, was a homebody, so the two spent very little time together.

Aside from their regular marital relations at night, they were like roommates sharing a roof.

Qiao Anchen always thought their marriage was perfectly normal, until he decided he wanted to have a child with Chu Yi...

The petite woman sat on the bed in pale pink pajamas, eyes wide and expression solemn as she lifted her face and spoke with conviction.

"We have nothing in common. We've never gone on a date together, never met each other's coworkers or friends, and we've never lived together like an ordinary married couple."

"So clearly, our marriage is on the verge of collapse!"

Qiao Anchen: "..."

A man with poor social skills x a love-struck woman

A brilliant prosecutor with legs that go on forever and looks that could break the heavens x a scatterbrained manga artist from the world of anime

Also known as How Do I Deal with My Husband's Terrible Social Skills, How to Fall in Love with Your Own Wife, and Is There Something Wrong with Me or Is There Something Wrong with the World?

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Currently serializing a new novel: Love in the Fireworks

He Yue first met Qiu Qing'an at the hospital. The frail, delicate young man was deathly pale, his eyes bloodshot as he watched them wheel someone out of the emergency room, a white sheet covering them from head to toe.

She saw him again at a convenience store on the street corner. Wearing a faded white T-shirt, the young man lowered his head to make change for a customer across the counter, his profile clear and gentle.

*

Qiu Qing'an asked her why she was so good to him.

The constant, meticulous care.

Waiting downstairs for half the night in the rain to bring him an umbrella.

Despite knowing nothing about cooking, He Yue personally made all three meals for him when his stomach trouble flared up again.

Even later, when Qiu Qing'an lost control in the throes of passion, she said nothing and simply accepted him.

One day, the reason for her extraordinary, boundless indulgence finally came to light.

They broke with each other, their parting fierce and humiliating. Qiu Qing'an hated her to the core, and He Yue went far away.

Only a few years passed, yet everything had been turned upside down.

A sudden upheaval struck He Yue's family. Her father aged countless years overnight, and she was forced to return to her home country.

The aloof, cold young man who had once been alone and friendless had become a rising name in S City. At a banquet, he wore a perfectly tailored suit, his striking features composed, his expression cool and distant, almost indifferent.

In the dim, suggestive light, he pinned He Yue into a corner of the sofa, holding her chin and toying with it. His fingertips felt both cool and feverishly hot.

Qiu Qing'an lifted the corner of his mouth, mockery in his eyes, his voice low and his words drawn out.

"He Yue. Beg me, and I'll help you."

Intense dependence x boundless indulgence

School days in the first half / Not siblings

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