Soft Spring Breeze

My next book will be Ordinary Folks' Fairy Tale. Please add it to your reading list.

Blurb: Tu Nuo first met Yan Chengguang when she was twelve.

Back then, he was her sixth uncle's classmate, a top student at a prestigious middle school, and a role model for students across the city.

He wore an old school uniform washed pale with age. He looked languid, with bright black eyes, and his faint smile shone like a brilliant light.

From then on, even Tu Nuo, who had never followed celebrities, had an idol.

She never expected that one day her idol's temple would crumble and the god would fall from his pedestal.

That day, in the pouring rain, Tu Nuo picked up a photo someone had torn off the honor roll and hid it in her diary.

Seven years later, the two met again.

He was the devilishly handsome but notoriously sleazy big shot of Yuhui Group.

She was a timid little intern doing IT support in the logistics department.

She still recognized him, but he had long since forgotten her.

At a company outing, her hair accidentally got caught in his buttonhole, and she turned red with panic.

He watched coolly, then twirled a strand of her hair and leaned close to her ear. "Little bunny, don't seduce your uncle. Uncle isn't a good man."

Tu Nuo neither cried nor made a scene. She took the cigarette from his lips and burned off the strand of hair.

That day, all the women in the company who had prayed and burned incense to get assigned to Mr. Yan's team saw the usually cold-blooded, irreverent devil become so nervous around the delicate little woman from the logistics department that he could barely hold his cigarette.

"I once walked alone across the wasteland. The day you came, the east wind began to soften."

A lone, thorn-walking old wolf x a warm, stubborn little bunny

#Six-year age gap#

Please add Ordinary Folks' Fairy Tale to your reading list!

The day Zhao Zheng met Qian Xiang, the petite, gentle woman stood by a fruit stall with tears welling in her eyes, while her ex-boyfriend pointed at her and accused her: "You're always calculating everything. You won't even close your eyes when you kiss. Aren't you tired?"

Zhao Zheng thought then that a woman like Qian Xiang ought to keep her eyes open while counting money and close them while kissing. He'd have to change her habits.

Only after marrying Zhao Zheng in a marriage of convenience did Qian Xiang realize that even if she'd been born eight hundred years earlier, she still wouldn't have come close to earning money as fast as he did. So she decided to lie flat and become a "full-time wife."

But she'd started out running a street stall, and even after marrying a rich man, she couldn't shake her penny-pinching ways.

Zhao Zheng gave her a ten-million-yuan wedding budget.

--She canceled the reservation at an international hotel and switched to a farmhouse banquet with huge communal pots of food.

Zhao Zheng gave her a hundred million yuan for raising their children.

--She canceled the ridiculously expensive early-learning classes, gave each child a shovel, and sent them all to dig in the vegetable garden.

--She even canceled Zhao Zheng's designer ties and raised silkworms herself to weave the silk.

Zhao Zheng complained that she didn't need to be so frugal, as if she doubted his ability to make money.

So she went underground and secretly followed his example, becoming an investor.

A young, refined traditional Chinese doctor in the eastern district had a bumper harvest from his medicinal herb garden and gave her 20,000 yuan in dividends.

A handsome, talented but down-on-his-luck tailor in the western district took part in an international exhibition and won 200,000 yuan in prize money, half of which he gave to her.

Old Wang, who ran a pork stall in the southern district, lost money, but changed careers and became a fitness coach. Six months after opening his gym, he gave her 200,000 yuan in dividends.

And the impoverished university student in the northern district had graduated and returned home to start a business. He wanted to repay her support by giving her half the company's shares.

Before she knew it, Qian Xiang's secret savings were almost full.

She'd worked it all out: once she reached her first major financial goal, she'd ask Zhao Zheng for a divorce.

The man was wonderful in every way, except at night he never seemed to get enough of her.

The more she said no, the more enthusiastic he became, as if the sound of her begging was some kind of aphrodisiac.

That morning, he'd kept her up until dawn again, and she'd only just fallen asleep when her phone suddenly buzzed. The text message said 2 million yuan had been deposited into her secret savings. The note read: To round it up for my wife.

Qian Xiang jumped in alarm. "H-how did you know about my secret savings?"

The man calmly buttoned his cuff and glanced at her in the mirror. "Last night, you were distracted while we were working out. Even in your sleep, you used my abs as an abacus."

Qian Xiang: "..."

The next second, he leaned toward her and stared for two seconds before letting out a low laugh. "Are you planning to take your first major financial goal and run off with one of your big brothers?"

A delicate flower on the outside, a wild weed at heart, and able to bloom anywhere: a little penny-pincher x a farmer-turned-businessman whose only goals are making money, supporting his family, and sleeping with Xiangxiang.

Theme: The sun is warm, and life is worth living.