Little Cutie

Ling Chan was a single woman who'd never been in a relationship, with an odd way of thinking and rather poor social skills. She'd never imagined how falling in love could happen to her, let alone that one day she'd be running around in a panic, throwing herself into a man's pursuit. That was until she met Yu Ting, her brother's graduate-school roommate.

Yu Ting was exceptionally intelligent and handsome. Girls who liked him had always come one after another, but he'd never felt the urge to date anyone.

That is, until one night in a KTV room, when a girl in a black qipao sashayed in. Though her ears had turned red with embarrassment, she stubbornly maintained her poise, sat beside him, and gazed into his eyes, convinced she was being utterly seductive.

Much later, one day, Ling Chan was curled up in Yu Ting's arms, browsing a forum when she unexpectedly discovered she'd been branded a fox spirit. Delighted, she showed Yu Ting. "Tingting, look! They're praising my looks and brains!"

Yu Ting took the phone, glanced at it, then closed the post. "They might have gotten the wrong idea about you."

Ling Chan glared at him, cheeks puffed out. Yu Ting laughed, closed his laptop, and patted the little girl in his arms, his voice indulgent. "You're not a fox spirit. You're a cutie spirit."

A ditzy, love-struck girl x a quietly flirtatious, top-student heartthrob

A contemporary story where a girl pursues a guy, and there's only a thin veil between them.

-- Next book: Endless Love

An unexpected reunion caught Nan Chu completely off guard. It wasn't until her manager pushed her out of the smoke-filled private room and she sank into the spacious back seat of a Maybach, where a gust of cold air cleared her head, that she came back to herself.

"Miss Nan seems short on cash." Song Xinglan's voice was as cool and cutting as it had been seven years ago. "Is thirty million enough?"

Nan Chu no longer cared about that kind of taunt. Smiling brightly, she took the card and slipped it into her bag. "That's more than enough."

Song Xinglan glanced at her, his gaze cold as ice. "You're so practiced at this. How many cards has Miss Nan collected?"

"Flattery, flattery. You're only the first one, Mr. Song."

The car stopped outside her apartment building. Nan Chu had just stepped into the elevator lobby when someone caught up and pulled her forcefully into his arms.

Song Xinglan's composure, so steady just moments ago, finally crumbled. His almost-biting kiss was full of fury and possessiveness.

"Nan Chu, seven years! What makes you think I'd wait for you for seven years?"

"After disappearing without a word, what makes you think you can stand in front of me so casually?"

*

When Nan Chu stood onstage at a film festival and openly named her husband as the person she was most grateful to, the whole room erupted.

Host: "Chu Chu is married?! Is he in the entertainment industry?"

"No, I pursued him in college." Nan Chu beamed with pride. "Have you heard of those cheesy confessions where a helicopter flies over a school and scatters roses? I really did that for him."

A resourceful, street-smart heiress fallen on hard times who'd bend for money x a stubborn yet soft-hearted, grudge-holding, devoted man who waited seven years for his wife

Theme: Study hard and cherish the present