Could You Pamper Me More?

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[Currently correcting typos!]

Jiang Zhiyue had loved Shen Yan for eight years. At twenty, despite her family's fall from grace, she was able to marry him as she had always wished, because her family had once helped the Shen family.

She knew Shen Yan was aloof and cold-hearted, so she diligently played the part of a devoted wife: gentle, sensible, and never clingy.

Even when she was hurt, she swallowed her grievances and never caused Shen Yan any trouble.

It wasn't until an accident happened one day that she truly realized an unbridgeable gulf lay between her and Shen Yan.

At twenty-four, Jiang Zhiyue chose to divorce him.

Even on the day she left, she said, “Mr. Shen is a wonderful man. I was the one who married above my station.”

*

Everyone thought that, apart from her beauty, the fallen heiress Jiang Zhiyue was no match for Qingcheng's most distinguished man, Shen Yan.

On the day of the divorce, his friends celebrated for him.

The refined, dignified man said nothing. He sat with his legs crossed, a scarlet glow burning at his fingertips. With smoke swirling around him, his expression was impossible to read.

No one knew that

in the countless sleepless nights after Jiang Zhiyue left, Shen Yan sat in her room, gripping a letter so tightly his knuckles turned white.

The letter said:

I hope that after I am gone, Mr. Shen will continue to have everything go his way, and enjoy peace and happiness.

*

Later, at a ball, Shen Yan punched Jiang Zhiyue's date and knocked him into the swimming pool.

The man's eyes were bloodshot, his voice low and hoarse. His usually indifferent, dignified face was utterly forlorn, and he pleaded with her:

“Zhizhi, don't smile at him.”

After more than twenty years of being cold-faced and cold-hearted, Shen Yan had finally fallen completely for a young woman.

*

A little extra:

Someone photographed business tycoon Shen Yan standing all night outside the home of renowned composer Jiang Zhiyue on a rainy night, soaked through and perfectly still.

The internet erupted.

Jiang Zhiyue, who always wrote long posts on Weibo and loved adding emojis, replied with two words:

“Not close.”

Her fans: “Wife, what kind of grudge does President Shen have against you?!”

Half an hour later, Shen Yan posted his first-ever Weibo:

“She’s my wife. She’s mad at me, and I’m still trying to make it up to her.”

Later, Shen Yan posted again, this time with just three words and a photo.

In the picture, the young woman slept peacefully, her eyelashes fluttering as she rested in the crook of a man's arm.

“Made up.”

“Zhizhi, I don't know how to love someone, but I'll learn.”

“Please don't give up on me.”

[An adorable beauty x a doting CEO]

1. This is my first novel, and a lot of it is immature. I've been seriously learning and improving!

Please don't curse at our precious heroine, dears TT

Any shortcomings are due to my writing, not the heroine. Go ahead and curse at President Shen instead!

You might also be interested in my next novel, The Princess and the Wild Dog~

[Clumsy beauty x personal bodyguard] Mutual salvation

A girl who loves clinging to her big brother x a cold-faced man who acts like her father and mother, but never wants to be her brother

Nan Yang, the young lady of the Nan family in Manchester, was an absolute beauty.

But she was a little slow, spoke softly, and did everything at her own pace.

Still, no one dared bully her.

They feared the Nan family's power, but they feared Shen Juan even more.

They said the Nan family had raised a mad dog: sinister, ruthless, cold, and indifferent. He fought as if he didn't care whether he lived or died, wasting a face that made countless society ladies swoon.

Yet when he was with the young lady, Nan Yang, he showed the only tenderness he had.

As her bodyguard, Shen Juan promised that he would always stay by her side.

When the Nan family fell into crisis and everyone turned against them,

he said, “Miss, don't be afraid.”

When Nan Yang lost her sight due to a hereditary illness,

he still said, “Miss, don't be afraid.”

Later, after the young woman awoke from surgery, he suddenly left without a word.

*

Four years later, Nan Yang was invited to a gala as a renowned painter.

The beautiful, charming young woman saw the man surrounded by people, aloof and distinguished, hailed as a Manchester legend, and her eyes instantly reddened.

The young woman he'd watched grow up got dead drunk. Ignoring everyone's attempts to stop her, she grabbed his sleeve and asked in a small, tearful voice:

“Brother, were you lying to me when you said those things?”

Those tears seemed to burrow into his bones. Shen Juan nearly fell to his knees before her.

Everyone saw the sinister, ruthless, untouchable man from the rumors carefully wipe the tears from the young woman's eye.

It was as though all his tumultuous, pent-up feelings were sealed behind his dark eyes.

He said hoarsely, “Miss, don't cry.”

*

Shen Juan was born into poverty and left to grow up wild in an orphanage.

He was taciturn and shut himself away, fighting wild dogs for scraps, his beautiful eyes utterly lifeless.

Then one day, a little girl adored by everyone like a princess barged into his heart.

She tugged on his clothes, stars seeming to sparkle in her eyes.

She asked, “Brother, will you come home with me?”

When they were children, Nan Yang loved following him around and calling him “Brother” in her soft voice.

Later, he wanted more than just to hear her call him that.

For Nan Yang's surgery, he had knelt, begged, and hauled bricks. His dignity had been ground into the dirt.

But he never cared. He wasn't afraid of anything.

All he wanted was for his Yangyang to live carefree and remain the bright, pampered little princess she had been before the Nan family fell into crisis.

Theme: Save a marriage in crisis and teach you the right way to win your spouse back