You're Sweeter Than Flowers

Currently serializing next door: "Hello, Mr. Undercover"

A handsome, cocky undercover punk VS a well-behaved female lawyer

Everyone said Xiao Su was a frivolous, rebellious womanizer, a famous "playboy." Only Yuan Xin knew this was just a persona he had painstakingly built to make his work easier. And only she had seen how obedient, gentle, and devoted he was to her once he let his guard down.

Fresh from a mission, Xiao Su returned to their secret nest, still covered in dust. The iron-willed man who had risked his life and fought through bloodshed instantly turned into his mistress's "loyal dog," begging for kisses and cuddles and to be picked up.

"Stop, stop! You licked me all wet!"

"No. You taste so good."

"..." The mistress looked down at her damp ankles and shook her head helplessly. She picked up a meaty bone and tossed it into the distance. "Dinner's ready."

Serious blurb: That year, Yuan Xin found the love she had lost long ago. That year, her love with Xiao Su struggled to grow, bloom, and bear fruit in the cracks.

Bonus scene: That year, girls came by one after another to see him after class. But one day

"Why don't they come anymore?"

His long legs were crossed on top of the desk. His eyes sparkled as he grinned roguishly. "Because of you."

She was shy, and her face turned red at once. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I'm telling the truth. You look beautiful when you're focused." He looked at her with the same focus.

"Do you talk to all girls like this?"

"Like what?"

"Flirting."

"I only flirt with people I care about."

"..."

The ending is happy, so read without worry.

Scheming, devoted-dog horticulture mogul VS Miss Jing, who built her business from scratch

Everyone knew that the third young master of the Tian Group was calculating and ruthless, an expert at setting traps for people.

Not only did troublesome rivals and his own brothers, who were fighting over the family fortune, fall victim to him, but even Miss Jing, who had nothing to do with any of it, got caught in the crossfire.

But everyone soon noticed that the third young master treated Miss Jing differently.

A friend was puzzled. One day, after a few drinks, he worked up the courage to ask why.

The third young master told the truth while drunk: "I fell into a trap I dug myself." He narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself, "The problem is, I kind of like it. I don't want to climb back out."

His friend burst out laughing. "If you dug the trap yourself, then even if you have to cry and get on your knees, you have to fill it in!"

Serious version: A story about horticulture, entrepreneurship, and personal growth.

The plot comes first, with a realistic tone. Sweet moments will appear from time to time.

The whole story is already written, so feel free to dive in!

The author has seven years of growing experience. Readers who are interested are welcome to discuss it. The whole story is complete.

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