Late Light

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Because of a betrothal, Su Linwan marries Xing Chi, the young master of Duanshui Manor and the richest man in Damu. He is excellent at business and handsome, but he's as thick as a plank.

Su Linwan: Someone! Deliver all my romance novels to the young master! The kind where he has to write a review!

Xing Chi: I read them. There are too many typos, and the paper isn't good enough either. This industry clearly hasn't matured. If we want to build it up, we have to start from the beginning.

Su Linwan: ...

That plank really is impossible to carve!

Later, Su Linwan looked up just as he leaned toward her. His shining gaze met hers, stirring the depths of her eyes.

He said, "I want to kiss you."

Later, beneath fluttering banners and a blood-red dawn before the palace, Su Linwan held the man who had returned covered in blood.

He said, "Today is Jingzhe. Spring has returned to the land. I hope my little girl has a happy birthday."

Later still, he kissed the corner of her lips.

He said, "You're not a little girl anymore. You're my one and only little girl."

Su Linwan couldn't help thinking Xing Chi must have been secretly reading some extraordinary romance novels behind her back!

Otherwise, how had that plank of wood grown into a flowering tree?

My current work, Older Sister, has the same lighthearted style.

Yan Zhiyao is an orphaned daughter of a military family. Fortunately, the Marquis of Cheng'an and his wife adopt her as their goddaughter. Everyone in the household respectfully calls her the eldest young lady, except one person, who never gives her a kind word.

The first time they meet, the young man bends down with a wicked smile. "Miss Yan, did you move into my residence just because you covet my good looks?"

Then, seeing her glare up at him in anger, he laughs. "But I'd advise you to give up on that idea!"

He is the young master of the marquis's household. Yan Zhiyao knows he dislikes her because she took the place of his late elder sister, so she silently puts up with his tantrums.

Little does she know that on the eve of her wedding, the young master will clamp a hand around her wrist. "Yan Zhiyao! Listen carefully. That man is no good. You're not allowed to marry him!"

At that, Yan Zhiyao pries his fingers off one by one, looks him in the eye, and says each word deliberately: "Pei Chengyuan, by all rights and propriety, you ought to call me Older Sister."

That night, the usually gentle eldest young lady of the marquis's household flies into the greatest rage of her life and personally shoves him into the pond.

Everyone knows the young general Pei and the eldest young lady who joined the household later don't get along. But no one knew it had reached the point where he wouldn't even show up for his elder sister's wedding. They say the young master returned to the border after a huge argument.

Pei Chengyuan is gone for three years. When he returns, he has been struck by several arrows.

Looking at the unconscious man, Yan Zhiyao panics. "Pei Chengyuan! What is this supposed to mean?! If other men are no good, what about you?"

After a long moment, a hand settles on her head. The man speaks in a hoarse voice, weakly putting on a brave front. "Nonsense. Other men really are no good, but I'm different. I'm very capable..."

#Kind of a fake crematorium trope

Theme: The clouds will part and the sun will shine, as long as you don't give up.