You, My Warmest Place

School Version: The first time Wen Yan rescued Shao Weiyi, he thought she had delicate features and rosy cheeks. She was so adorable that she stole his heart. The second time Shao Weiyi was bullied, Wen Yan declared, "From now on, I'll take care of anything that happens to her." Afterward, the girl thanked him with red-rimmed eyes. Wen Yan bent down and patted her head. "If your eyes had been any redder back then, I wouldn't have listened when you asked me to let them go." City Version: Years later, Shao Weiyi received a letter delivered through time: The things I want to say I often don't know how to express Love is always hidden in the eyes But you don't know it's hidden in the first words of these lines -Wen Yan A warm and healing older boy x a girl who blushes easily School life in the early chapters, city life later on My next story is in my collection: Peach Blossom Debt Blurb: Blurb 2 Rumor has it that Ningcheng's beloved Qiao heiress is gentle and refined, with beauty that could outshine the moon. She never raises her voice. Yet this ethereal young lady married Jiang Yu, the cold-faced King of Hell. On their wedding day, Ningcheng's internet crashed, and countless men and women were heartbroken. After the wedding, Jiang Yu discovered that the Qiao heiress was nothing like the gentle, refined woman everyone described, nor was she someone who never raised her voice. First: The Qiao heiress who supposedly never raised her voice was at a bar, holding a liquor bottle in one hand and a dice cup in the other. Her tone was sharp. "Six fives. Roll!" Second: The day Jiang Yu returned to Ningcheng from a business trip, he heard music blaring inside before he even entered the house. His supposedly gentle and refined wife was standing on the sofa with a microphone in hand, singing her heart out. "..." Qiao Sui explained, "I was looking for inspiration and just got a little carried away with a song." Jiang Yu glanced at her, his tone casual. "You're being modest. Even a self-heating hot pot doesn't get as fired up as you." In Ningcheng, the Jiang family's young master, Jiang Yu, was known as the cold-faced King of Hell. If bandits existed in the modern world, he would definitely be their leader. He showed no mercy in business, was arrogant and unruly, and led a privileged, celibate private life. Ordinary people were beneath his notice. On their wedding night, Qiao Sui signed a contract with him containing fifty clauses. One of them forbade crossing the line. Jiang Yu pointed to the clause and scoffed. "Unnecessary." Three months later, Qiao Sui received a huge sum of money from Jiang Yu. Before she could react, the man across from her leaned in and kissed her. In the heady atmosphere, his hoarse voice murmured, "I've already paid the penalty. Surely it won't hurt to take things one step further." As for Qiao Sui's reputation as a gentle and refined woman, Jiang Yu knew better than anyone how noisy she'd been as a child. At one point, he'd even considered spending a fortune to buy her some mute medicine. On the last Children's Day of their childhood, Qiao Sui decided he had pretty lips, pinned him in a corner, stole a kiss, and ran off. Years later, Qiao Sui finally understood that sooner or later, what you do out in the world comes back to you. She'd only stolen one kiss from him back then, but he clung to her for the rest of her life. Jiang Yu: A worthwhile investment. A sharp-tongued, devoted older man x a cunning little fox who plays dumb Cold-faced King of Hell, Boss Jiang x a fussy qipao designer Theme: A sweet, healing treat