Nine-Tenths of a Favoritism

[The print edition has been renamed Spoiled. Available from Tianyu and Xiangxue; see Weibo: @-Bitian- for details.] [New novel, Moonlight Through Your Window, now underway. Age-gap secret crush; visit my author page to save it.] After marrying into a wealthy family, Fu Qianzi had to adopt the demure-lady routine, never showing her teeth when she smiled, to maintain her public image. She went to bed and got up early, wore no makeup, never touched alcohol, and spoke softly. Her performance was flawless, fooling Ji Hancheng, the housekeeper, and everyone else in the household. Of course, life was terribly dull. At last, Ji Hancheng went away on a business trip. That night, Fu Qianzi eagerly put on a clubbing look, slipped into a tiny camisole, slung a new limited-edition Gucci bag over her shoulder, and clicked out of the villa in seven-centimeter heels. Beneath a streetlamp casting a hazy glow nearby, a man leaned against a car smoking, his long legs crossed casually. Fu Qianzi barely glanced at him. As she passed, a hand suddenly clamped around her wrist. With a cigarette between his teeth, the man let his gaze linger for half a second on her meticulously made-up face, then smiled faintly. “Where are you off to, honey?” - Possessive, refined scoundrel x spoiled, wild, glamorous heiress - I’ll love you until the end of my days. Moonlight Through Your Window blurb: Blurb: As someone hopeless at writing romance, Liang Jingmo is constantly criticized by readers for making her stories impossible to relate to. No one knows she once wrote under a secret identity and published a book about unrequited love. Its subtle, deeply moving prose resonated with countless readers. One day, Liang Jingmo accidentally posted from the wrong account and revealed her secret identity, setting off a storm. Readers flocked to ask her, “Author, who exactly is ‘Winter’ in the book?” Several times, she almost replied: The son of my grandmother’s friend, and technically my younger uncle. * When Liang Jingmo was sixteen, she met Yan Hanchi for the first time. He wore a black leather jacket and had a pair of alluring yet icy eyes. His whole bearing was recklessly carefree. Her elders told her to stay away from him, lest he lead her astray. Liang Jingmo thought the impulse that stirred in her at that moment was already bad enough. Then one day, Yan Hanchi happened to see her book. On a silent afternoon, the man leaned against the windowsill, turning one page after another. When he finished, he showed no particular reaction. He simply handed it back and asked, “Why didn’t you confess to him in the end?” Liang Jingmo felt relieved, yet inexplicably wistful. “...He was such a wonderful male lead. I was afraid I’d sully him.” Yan Hanchi put a cigarette between his lips. He caught her trying to hide her gaze and merely smiled. “Don’t be afraid.” Easygoing, gentle racing driver x cool, seemingly obedient girl Seven-year age gap / secret crush comes true / slow-burn and understated One day after they got together: “Liang Jingmo.” “Hmm?” The man tossed her a book, his tone languid. “Go change the ending.” “...” Theme: True love