Don't Be So Clingy

My new book, Crazy in Love with You, is now open for reading! Weibo: @Jinjiang Sweet Vinegar Fish [Updates daily at 21:00 / nine-year age gap / sweet, gentle girl × rich young master, everyday romance / a win-her-back-at-all-costs story] Top-tier rich young master × genius oil painter [Blurb 1] Xu Ningqing is an absolute bastard. He’s wild and free-spirited, surrounded by bad influences and bad habits, like a useless prince who spends all day keeping birds and cuddling beautiful women. Everyone thought there was no one in the world who could get the better of him, until one day Xu Ningqing stormed into a friend’s birthday party, his face dark with anger, with a young woman following behind him. The girl was flustered and tugged at his sleeve. Everyone stared. Young Master Xu downed a glass of wine and glared fiercely. “Tell me! Are you dating already? Who was that boy from your class just now?” Everyone: “...” You’re a bastard who lives in a world of wine and women, and you still have the nerve to lecture her??? [Blurb 2] Chang Li falls for a man who, by family rank, is from her uncle’s generation. But she doesn’t like that. They’re only nine years apart, after all. Xu Ningqing often lounges against the young woman, teasing her on purpose. “Where are your manners? Why don’t you greet your elders when you see them?” Later, Xu Ningqing makes a terrible mistake, and Chang Li angrily runs away from home. The usually unflappable, serene Young Master Xu finally looks panicked. Chang Li pulls his hand away, lifts her head, and smiles sweetly at him with her almond-shaped eyes after a quiet pause. Xu Ningqing’s friends congratulate him on finally getting rid of that childish little girl and returning to his colorful adult nightlife. But one night, they see the Young Master drunk out of his mind, clutching the girl with red eyes. “Lili, will you come home with me?” #After seeing the world, I met the most sincere and courageous soul# Reader’s guide: 1. The male lead is from the heroine’s elders’ generation, but they are not related by blood. 2. Both are each other’s first. ==Coming next: My Beloved in the Palm of My Hand== [One] When Chen Die was sixteen, she first met Wen Liang on the street. The boy toyed with a hat in his hand, his eyes dark, as he stood over her. After a long moment, he bent down, his dark eyes meeting hers. “Will you come with me?” the boy asked. Chen Die really did go with him, and stayed by his side for six years. [Two] Everyone knew Wen Liang was rebellious and unruly, a carefree playboy. But there were rumors he had a beauty at home, a film academy’s campus belle, radiant and dazzling, elusive and free-spirited, whom he’d spoiled into being willful and headstrong. They both got what they wanted and spent years in an openly devoted relationship, until Chen Die graduated from university and waved goodbye with a carefree, “See you.” She was more decisive and resolute than when she’d nodded and gone with him all those years ago. Wen Liang lit a cigarette, looked up through the pale blue smoke, and praised her with a cold smile. “Very good.” After Chen Die left, Wen Liang carried on as usual, doing just fine and unaffected. Everyone remarked that Young Master Wen was cold-blooded and heartless. Even after all those years together, it had meant nothing to him. Then one day, a piece of celebrity gossip revealed the two of them together On a street late at night, Chen Die, a rising star, slaps the biggest investor in her new film so hard he can’t turn his face back for a long moment. After the slap, Chen Die casually gathers her long hair, exuding effortless allure, and says gently, “President Wen, I think we broke up a long time ago.” The man isn’t angry at all. Leaning against his car, he runs his tongue over his lip and praises her. “My little leopard, you’re so fierce when you fight.” Chen Die looks at him with distant indifference and says nothing. Wen Liang, who is always carefree in other people’s eyes, falls silent for a moment. Slowly, his eyes turn red. With trembling hands, he carefully pulls her into his arms, murmuring the childhood nickname only he knows. “Lingling, be good. Come with me.” #I would never try to pluck the moon. I want the moon to come to me# Theme: