My Wife Wants Money Every Day

The main story is complete. The full version has been extensively revised. For the complete version, look for it on Jinjiang. Other sites have the old chapters from before the revisions, with garbled text and major differences. They are not this version.

Blurb:

When Ning Qingxiao learned she was going to marry Cen Ye, a musician who had returned from overseas, her best friend's first reaction was: "Keep yourself in check. Art shouldn't be tainted by the mundane. Don't drag him into your money pit."

Ning Qingxiao furrowed her delicate brows and thought it over seriously. "It's just a family-arranged marriage. We're a couple in name only. There's no way I could taint him."

Her best friend was exasperated, but actually believed that nonsense.

Who could have guessed that not long after the wedding, this "couple in name only" would be openly flaunting their love in Bincheng?

"Three months into their marriage, Cen Ye, heir to the Cen family, chartered a private jet for a romantic honeymoon with his beloved wife, Ning Qingxiao."

That night, an assistant arrived at the Cen residence to report the news, only to see the so-called Mrs. Cen tapping away at her phone:

"I hitched a ride on your private jet while you were traveling for work today. At ten times the airfare, that's five hundred thousand yuan. Your company's stock went up ten million because of this news in two hours. Split between us, that's five million each, so you still owe me four and a half million."

Their boss, Cen Ye, seemed used to this sort of thing. He glanced up at her, couldn't be bothered to argue, and simply told his assistant to transfer the money.

A few days later, news of their affection was all over Bincheng again:

"Three months into their marriage, Cen Ye, heir to the Cen family, paid a fortune for a pink diamond from South Africa and gave it to his beloved wife, Ning Qingxiao, leaving everyone green with envy."

But that night, Mrs. Cen was once again in an uproar at home:

"I'm telling you, Cen Ye, you were the one who wanted to bid on that eighty-million-yuan pink diamond ring. It has nothing to do with me! Don't even think about making me split the cost with you!"

Cen Ye: "..."

The assistant, who had just delivered the ring: "Mr. Cen, are you still giving this ring to Madam as a birthday present?"

Ning Qingxiao, finally catching on: "???"

"A birthday present?" Cen Ye narrowed his eyes and sneered, slowly picking up the eighty-million-yuan ring. "You've got it all wrong, honey."

"The house is too dark. I just bought it to use as a lamp."

Best friend: "..."

So much for not tainting him. She'd completely "corrupted" him.

Ning Qingxiao: "..."

My next book, The Thirteenth Month, is open for collection in my author column.

Zhou Xiansi liked Xu Zong. She had liked him throughout all of high school.

To Zhou Xiansi, her unrequited love was her own business and had nothing to do with him.

So when high school ended, the crush in her diary came to an end, too.

"I kept praying for the miracle of a thirteenth month, but it never seemed to come. And I still keep loving you."

No one knew that, at that moment, Zhou Xiansi had deleted an entire youth from her life.

Half a year later, they met again at a class reunion. The boy was still the darling of the crowd, a gifted young man with refined features and an elegant air.

The moment their eyes met, Zhou Xiansi was the first to look away.

After a few rounds of drinks, someone got curious and asked, "Xu Zong, you said you wouldn't date in high school because you wanted to focus on your studies. Now you're in college. Have you made any plans?"

Xu Zong leaned back in his seat. Whatever came to mind, he took a few seconds before lifting his chin. "She's right here. What more is there to plan?"

The table erupted. "Who? Xu Zong, who's your girlfriend? That's huge! Is she in our class?"

Glancing at the person sitting quietly with her head bowed, Xu Zong shook his head and smiled wryly. "But my girlfriend's giving me the silent treatment. She hasn't spoken to me in half a year."

Then he stood and walked straight over, crouching beside Zhou Xiansi's seat. Under the astonished gazes of everyone at the table, he spoke in a low, husky voice: "Zhou Xiansi, you've had me deleted for half a year. Are you over it yet? Can you talk to me now?"

"..."

Zhou Xiansi had always thought she was the only one in this unrequited love that had never seen the light of day. Until one afternoon, much later, she heard the final line in the message she'd secretly kept for two years:

"Zhou Xiansi, when are you finally going to realize that I like you?"

Theme: Choose one person to love deeply, and wait for one person for a lifetime