Secretly Enchanted

Brazil, the country on the equator. Fang Zixin, a graduate student in linguistics, crosses paths with Meng Yu, a Chinese industrial tycoon. Here, a rinse of water can reveal gold in the ore... Just like the vibrant heartbeat hidden behind the passage of time, impossible to conceal, only made more obvious by trying to hide it. He once slew a giant python with his bare hands in the tropical rainforest, And he also wants to kiss your brow amid distant green hills. A domineering tycoon with a family-owned mine x a gentle, respectable young woman A possessive romance trope. . You are honey on the blade's edge, the sweetest thing in my cruel and thorny life, etched into my heart forever. [Reader's Guide] 1. Sweet, with a gentle yet fierce flavor. So sweet. 2. A fictionalized version of reality. No need to take it too seriously. 3. Updates are also announced on Weibo: @SuChahua 4. Please follow the author's page and add the upcoming works to your reading list~ Every extra follow makes the author grin foolishly at her phone. [[[Upcoming Works]]] Visit the author's page to add them to your reading list 1. The second book in the international series, The Rose in Your Palm. This time, we're going to Belgium. 2. A Song That's Far Too Gentle for You A sweet story about childhood friends who truly grew up together: “The longest and most romantic wait of my life was waiting for you to become my bride.” When Tong Qingtian was three, blowing spit bubbles, she asked, “Cheche, could you pass me my bottle?” Cheng Che glanced at her tiny hands. “No.” When Tong Qingtian was ten, chewing on her pencil, she asked, “Cheche, can you tell me why the answer is five rabbits and three chickens?” Cheng Che glanced at the little dummy. “No.” When Tong Qingtian was fourteen, standing on her toes in canvas shoes, she asked, “Cheche, could you get the Book of Songs down from the bookshelf for me?” Cheng Che glanced at the little shorty. “No.” When Tong Qingtian was seventeen, wearing heels, she asked, “Cheche, can I go on a date with my senior?” Cheng Che glanced at her... Her skin was fair, her dress long, her figure graceful. “Snap!” The pencil in his hand broke in two. “N-no!” Tong Qingtian: “Cheng Cheche loves saying one thing and meaning another, then contradicting himself.” Cheng Che: “Hah. How could a pig know what I like most?”