Love and Longing [Bitter Younger Man]

Now updating: You Should Call Me Uncle. Scroll down to read the blurb, and visit my author page if you're interested.

Highlights:

◎ Childhood friends, living under the same roof ◎

◎ Older woman-younger man romance, three-year age gap, female lead is not a virgin, second male lead becomes the love interest ◎

◎ The male lead is deaf in one ear. A self-conscious, secretly-in-love, emotionally twisted and bittersweet romance ◎

"She is a crescent moon, and also a curved blade. She ensnares you, then cuts your heart out."

Late at night, the bothersome sounds of lovemaking came from the room next door once again.

Li Feng sat at his desk, hunched over as he listened for a while. His expression darkened, and his jaw clenched.

After a long while, he took the hearing aid out of his right ear and pulled a notebook down from the top shelf. He uncapped his pen. His hand trembled as he wrote down the date, but he pressed so hard the writing nearly tore through the page.

"Today was the third time she brought that man home."

After a brief pause, he started a new line and continued writing:

"Does she even know that it was me that night, not Lu Jinsong?"

That night, not a single thing she said was his name.

Blurb for You Should Call Me Uncle:

[Jiang Zhaozhao (zhao) X Chu Xian]

Jiang Zhaozhao was reborn.

In her previous life, she died on her wedding night.

That evening, the groom, Wei Yunlan, was still in the front hall, drinking with the guests, when a fire broke out for no apparent reason in the rear courtyard.

But someone had locked the bridal chamber door from the outside, and Jiang Zhaozhao couldn't escape.

As choking clouds of smoke poured in, just before she suffocated, she glimpsed someone rushing into the flames.

But sadly, it wasn't the groom. It was his grandaunt's son, Chu Xian.

Worse still, Chu Xian arrived too late.

She never woke up. All he managed to save was her corpse.

Perhaps because she had died with regrets, her soul wandered the world for many years.

She watched Wei Yunlan marry another woman three months after her death.

She watched her younger brother strive to pass the imperial examinations so he could avenge her.

What surprised her most was Chu Xian.

That night, when he rushed into the fire and saved her corpse, he did not escape unscathed.

As he charged in and lifted her into his arms, the canopy bed overhead suddenly collapsed. He used his arm to shield her.

Afterward, a long scar remained on his arm, stretching from his forearm to his wrist.

Whenever it was almost healed, Chu Xian would tear the scab open again. In an instant, blood would gush out. Yet he seemed not to feel the pain at all. He watched the blood drip down, his expression calm, but his eyes dark.

At the time, Jiang Zhaozhao floated beside him and couldn't help cursing him out, but he couldn't hear a single word.

Later, she watched him rise to the position of Grand Secretary and become the powerful official most feared by the court.

But the scar on his arm... never faded.

When she opened her eyes again, Jiang Zhaozhao had returned to the night of her hairpin ceremony. She was unmarried, with the best years of her life ahead of her.

Later, Chu Xian came to propose to her alongside Wei Yunlan.

Jiang Zhaozhao raised her slender jade-like fingers and tilted Chu Xian's chin up, her eyes seductive as silk. "If I'm to marry, I'll marry only him."

Theme: Grow stronger against the wind, and soar through adversity.