Rose in the Palm of My Hand

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Blurb 1:

Word has it that the famous He family's heiress in the capital adores roses. Her father dotes on her and planted a whole garden of them to please her.

They don't even wither in winter.

One winter, He Jiao rescued a young man.

She tried every trick in the book to win him over, but all she got in the end was the spectacular collapse of the He Group.

She wanted revenge, but unexpectedly discovered the truth about being loved...

It turned out that all along, he had used his life as a glass dome to shield her from the storms outside.

It turned out she had always been the rose in his palm.

Blurb 2:

Word has it that the Ye family's young master in the capital is cold and indifferent, and has no interest in women, yet a bright red rose is embroidered in the palm of his hand.

He used force to tear apart the engagement of the He family's eldest daughter and forced her to marry him, causing a sensation across the city.

On their wedding night, slightly drunk, he pinned her against the wall and lifted her chin, his fingertips burning hot.

He Jiao slapped him hard, her expression cold as she said bitterly, "You may have plucked me by force, but don't forget, a rose has thorns."

Ye Yuchen looked down at her without a word, but his eyes slowly reddened.

A moment later, his hands trembling, he carefully pulled her into his arms and whispered by her ear, "Jiaojiao, I miss you."

I'll pierce my hands and let them bleed, but I'll still hold on to you.

You will always be mine, the rose in my palm.

I'll fall for you once, twice, tens of thousands of times.

She thought he didn't love her, never realizing that she had always been the one and only rose on his planet.

P.S. Sweet at first, with the girl pursuing the guy. A willful rich heiress falls for a poor boy, and a spoiled princess learns to be better for love.

Later, he has to win her back after losing her. A story about love and hate intertwined, and about growing up.

A scheming, sultry, big-tailed wolf x a bright, spoiled heiress.

Inspired by Schubert's "The Wild Rose": "Like the thorn of a wild rose, it reminded one of a certain temptation, a certain impulse, and a certain bewilderment after all was settled and both were left wounded."

And my favorite book, The Little Prince, and the love between the Little Prince and his rose.

Check out my author page for my new upcoming story, His Little Nightingale.

1.

The Ye family in Fengcheng had twin daughters. The girls looked exactly alike, and both were extraordinarily beautiful. Unfortunately, the elder daughter, Ye Li, was promised to the mad young master of the Fu Group. Everyone thought Ye Li's life was ruined.

The first time Ye Ying came to the Fu household, Fu Chen watched her from the floor-to-ceiling window upstairs.

A friend teased him, "How many days do you think she'll last?"

Fu Chen gave a cold sneer.

"Not even a day."

She stayed for years, and Ye Ying pursued him for years, but he never gave her a response.

Until one rainy day, the young woman, heartbroken, dragged her suitcase away.

Fu Chen, usually so proud and untouchable, forgot his umbrella and rushed into the rain, panicking as he pulled her into his arms. He bent down and kissed her eyes again and again, soothing her gently.

"Be good, Li'er. Don't run away."

Ye Ying pushed him away coldly. After a moment's silence, she looked up at the drenched and disheveled Young Master Fu and said flatly:

"I don't love you anymore."

After she left, Fu Chen couldn't get her out of his mind. He missed her so much he was going mad, and deliberately stood in the rain until he came down with a fever that lasted three days and nights. She never came to see him.

Later, Fu Chen heard that Ye Li had disappeared.

2.

Everyone envied Ye Li for having such a good eye. She was about to marry into a wealthy family. Her fiancé was the youngest person to top the Forbes list of young billionaires, and the dream man of countless socialites in Fengcheng. Her younger sister Ye Ying had it worse: she struggled alone in show business and was even blacklisted.

At a banquet, Ye Ying took the stage to sing, winning the admiration of countless rich young men.

When she finished, a group of them surrounded her and asked her to dance.

In full view of everyone, a man in a tailored suit, elegant and distinguished, walked over and stopped in front of the girl.

"She's mine."

Something flickered in Ye Ying's eyes. She lowered her lashes and said softly, "You've got the wrong person. I'm not Ye Li..."

Before she could finish, he put an arm around her waist and pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head and pressed a fervent, lingering kiss to her brow.

He murmured, "I know."

No one can take your place, because you are irreplaceable to me.

No matter how you disguise yourself, I'll know, because you are you.

My little nightingale.

You must sing for me through the night. The thorn must pierce your heart. The blood of your life must flow into my heart and become mine.

--Oscar Wilde

1. He has to win her back after losing her, then they reunite.

2. Beautiful singer, the little nightingale x scheming young master and big boss.

3. They save each other.

4. Blurb captured on February 14.

Theme: Love