A Confession in Beijing and Hong Kong [Winning Back His Wife]

Polished Scoundrel x Pampered Princess (main story complete) 1 Shen Yi'an and Meng Chaoyan were worlds apart. One was a gentleman of impeccable character with a bright future, heir to the distinguished Shen family. The other was frail and mild-mannered, with nothing but beauty to her name, the only daughter of a fallen family living as guests in the Shen household. They married in a whirlwind wedding that set all of Hong Kong City abuzz. Meng Chaoyan's dream had come true. She didn't care about rumors accusing her of scheming. Full of hope, she became the gentle Mrs. Shen. When Shen Yi'an went north to expand his business empire, she followed him without complaint. 2 Until that day, when snow blanketed the capital and she was burning with fever, barely conscious as her best friend took her to the hospital. There, she saw a dazzling, vivacious woman running toward him, and finally understood: he had come to the capital because his first love was there. Meng Chaoyan cried until she had no tears left, then asked for a divorce. Shen Yi'an hesitated only briefly before agreeing. The whole process was courteous and distant. 3 Later, Meng Chaoyan calmly started calling him her brother again. He became the head of the Shen family, unstoppable in business and untouchable to everyone around him. She returned to the Shen house for the New Year. A man she was seeing came to visit, took her dancing until late at night, and only drove her home once they'd had their fill of fun. That night, Shen Yi'an rushed back through the rain and knocked on her bedroom door. The man, usually so composed and elegant, was soaked through. He went mad with desire, pinning her against the door and whispering tenderly, "Why didn't you say sooner that you like it rough?" "Cry louder, so the people downstairs can hear, okay?" Meng Chaoyan stood on his wet clothes and sobbed, then slapped him coldly. The man fell silent for a few seconds, then carefully cradled her reddened palm and kissed it again and again. "Please, come back to me." Reader's notes: 1. Six-year age gap, both are sexually inexperienced, romantic rivalry, no first love rival. 2. The leads aren't registered under the same household. The heroine grows as the story progresses. 3. Some family infighting and business intrigue. 4. Please read the author's note at the end of Chapter 1. 4. I'm terrible at writing blurbs. Give the story a try! Next story: Hiding Butterflies [Beijing Circle], scheduled for the first half of 2025. See my profile. Second chance romance / possessive love / pursuing the wife 1 It had been ten years since her mother married into the Qi family before Si Yao called Qi Nanyu "brother" for the first time. It was a welcome-home banquet for her after she graduated and returned to China. His childhood sweetheart was there too, and Si Yao called her sister-in-law. The other woman was delighted. She pulled Si Yao into conversation, teasing Qi Nanyu for being cold. With a smiling face, Si Yao played matchmaker. "My brother is very gentle in private." She left the banquet midway and ran into him in a narrow corridor. His indifferent voice rang out with a hint of mockery. "How gentle is he in private?" Si Yao didn't want to get tangled up with him, but he blocked her way. The sound of conversation drifted in from the banquet hall, her heart pounding as the man's hot breath teased her ear without restraint. "It's been years, and you've learned to lie." "Didn't you used to cry and beg me to go easy every time?" 2 Rumors about Qi Nanyu's marriage were rampant, but nothing ever came of them. He often showed up at nightclubs, and no one in their circle dared ask him about it. Only a friend who knew the truth cautiously ventured to ask if it was because of Si Yao. His slender, elegant fingers held a cigarette. Through the swirling white smoke, his captivating phoenix eyes looked all the more heartless. "Don't talk nonsense. She's just my sister." Si Yao froze outside the door. From then on, she called him only her brother. 3 Later, Si Yao fell in love. Her boyfriend was handsome and accomplished, and it wasn't long before they were talking marriage. On the day they furnished their new home, a once-in-a-century downpour hit, so they stayed the night. Their romantic evening was interrupted by pounding on the door. Qi Nanyu barged into the bedroom, soaked through, bedraggled yet still elegant. He stared at her and imperiously cut off her boyfriend before he could speak. "Get out." She couldn't hold back. "Qi Nanyu! He's my boyfriend." The door slammed shut, and he roughly pinned her against it. His wet fingers rubbed her cheek, his hoarse voice barely containing his fury. "He's your boyfriend, so what am I?" "Does he know you were with me from the age of eighteen?" Wild, unhinged man x cool, dignified woman Space scientist x art conservator Both are sexually inexperienced. No blood relation, not registered under the same household. Next pursuing-the-wife story: A Marriage in Freefall. Here's the blurb. See my profile. 1 Everyone in Beijing's elite circle knew that the untouchable heir of the Fu family had turned from a playboy into a devoted lover for his first love. Xu Yanshu was beautiful and proud, cold and ruthless. Outsiders dubbed her the Xu family's princess. The two were engaged. At their engagement party, with a hall full of guests, Young Master Fu leaned down to whisper in Xu Yanshu's ear, smiling shamelessly. "No regrets? I'm a bastard." Xu Yanshu looped her arm through his, haughtily replying, "What does that have to do with me?" After they married, each got what they wanted, and their partnership was a success. He was consumed by jealousy over his first love, while Xu Yanshu watched coldly and played the role of the elegant, respectable Mrs. Fu. Xu Yanshu wanted control of the Xu Group, but every step was fraught with danger. He became her support, letting her use her position as Mrs. Fu to her advantage. Even in bed, they were perfectly in sync. When passion took over, he would call her Yanyan again and again. 2 Everyone in their circle was waiting for this loveless, heartless couple to fall apart. Before a family dinner, Xu Yanshu went to find him and overheard his friend talking outside the door. "Young Master Fu, don't tell me you've fallen for her first. I bet you seduce her and dump her. Are you still up to it?" He laughed lazily, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "Why do you think I agreed to marry her?" "Because she has the same name as Yan Yan, of course." One's Yan Yan, the other's Yanyan. Miss Xu had never suffered such an insult. She kicked open the door and slapped him in front of everyone. 3 Everyone knew Young Master Fu had been dumped. The breakup was ugly. Later, though, someone saw him get drunk late at night and fly through a snowstorm to his ex-wife's city. A new engagement prospect was celebrating Xu Yanshu's birthday with her when her ex-husband showed up at her door, soaked by the rain and snow, disheveled and no longer proud. "Honey, come home with me." She looked at him like a stranger and smiled carelessly. "Who are you?" Just then, a man who smelled of soap came out of the house and wrapped an arm around her slender waist. "Why are you unhappy, Shushu?" The usually cold Miss Xu nestled coyly in his arms. "Cheer me up." The man outside clenched his trembling fist. As his eyes lowered, a glistening drop fell to the ground. P.S. Both are sexually inexperienced. The first love doesn't cause trouble. A brutal, hell-level redemption arc. Theme: A successful marriage requires equality and love.