Crushing the Moonlight

[Published in simplified Chinese, with revisions and a new extra chapter. Retitled Smashed Romance. Search for it on major platforms, or follow @Jiang Ge on Weibo.] A gentleman is nothing more than a wolf with infinite patience. - Lena Turner When Liang Wanying first met Xie Yiqiao, he was her boyfriend's boss. They couldn't get tickets home, so he kindly gave them a ride. The man sat in the back, his face hidden in shadow. She assumed he was a very serious person, so she felt a little nervous sitting beside him the whole way. As she was getting out, the man shifted his long legs, wrapped in suit trousers, and turned to look at her. His gaze was like poison coated in sugar, stifling her. Then he pressed something into her hand. * Liang Wanying had always thought that was the first time they had met. Only later did she learn that he had already laid an elaborate trap, all to capture her. His fierce advances were hard to resist, but she clung to her boundaries and struggled to the bitter end. On Valentine's Day, he waited downstairs until the middle of the night. "What did you two do?" Her face flushed. She deliberately led him on. "What do you think?" The man's whisper was like moonlight veiled in gossamer, luring her in. "If you'd give me a chance, I could do even better." Later, she overheard Xie Yiqiao talking with a friend. "Doesn't she have a boyfriend?" "So what?" His lighter clicked. The man lit a cigarette and smiled casually, his expression arrogant and confident, as if everything were under his control. From behind the door, Liang Wanying heard the mastermind's meticulous scheming. Hatred and disgust took root in her eyes as she looked at him. A crack appeared in the man's usually calm expression. "Wanying?" Liang Wanying viciously shook off his hand and vanished from his world without a trace. * No one had ever seen Xie Yiqiao lower himself, putting aside his rakish charm and pride to plead with a woman. It made countless people burn with envy. In the end, the wealthy, womanizing king bent down and reverently kissed the nightingale's instep. - I willingly offer you my loyalty. A wicked, irresistible paint tycoon with MAX-level seduction skills x a clear-headed marketing and creative strategist Both are each other's first, but each has a romantic history. New novel: The Mad Bodhisattva A dark, dreamlike urban romance fairytale with a distinctly Chinese flavor. Psychiatrist x heir to a family with a century of history The first time Bai Tingni saw Liang Jingfan was at Old Master Liang's birthday banquet. In the bustling hall, surrounded by clinking glasses, he was composed and gentle, gracious and impeccable in all he did. He had the refinement and depth cultivated by a great family, yet there was also a detachment about him, as if joy and sorrow could never touch him. And yet. That intoxicating night. In an intricately decorated incense burner of gold and color, aloeswood smoke rose slowly. The young head of the family sat in the shadows, his long, elegant fingers rubbing the side seam of his suit trousers. Through the wisps of smoke, he tilted his head back and gasped, his sharply defined Adam's apple straining beneath pale skin. Bai Tingni froze in place. The man who had seemed so refined, so gentle and restrained, was now almost entwined in the embodiment of human desire, an air of decadent beauty radiating from him. He turned his head toward her, his eyes filled with desolation and grief. "Help... help me." In the third year of her marriage to the Liang family, she looked back on that scene and always wondered: If she had walked away without looking back that day, would things have turned out differently? One day after she asked Liang Jingfan for a divorce, Bai Tingni found a bottle of medicine in his pocket that could muddle a person's mind. As a psychiatrist, she knew all too well what it was for. "Liang Jingfan, you're crazy!" The man stood in the shadows, his expression impossible to see. A moment later, he suddenly bent over, laughing until his whole body shook. He was more than crazy! The moment he sold his soul for this marriage, he had already become a demon wearing human skin! * Liang Jingfan was born into a family as lofty as a palace in the clouds, but the "gods" in the heavens could not see the tiny mortals below. They were simply too insignificant. And so, that day, the Bodhisattva seated high in the temple finally descended from her jade platform and golden throne. This winter at Liang Garden was unusually cold. He stood beneath the hanging-flower gate, looking through the swirling snow, unable to make out her retreating figure. [Happy Ending] Theme: Stand firm in the face of temptation.