Warm Wine with an Old Friend

A free collection of short stories, complete. The print edition is awaiting publication (now includes three new stories and an afterword). In this world, some encounters and attractions have no clear explanation, because the birth of love is an unpredictable miracle. Every story of an unexpected encounter is like a pot of warm wine brewed by hand. I offer this pot of warm wine to you, my most cherished old friends. May you be loved, have someone to love, and fear no storm in this life. Weibo: @Sang Jie Ya -- My new series, "In Loving Memory," is currently updating: an ultra-sweet, indulgent romance about a wealthy family in Beijing. Come check it out!! *Sharp-tongued, proud, deeply devoted heir to a wealthy family x intelligent, gentle, stubborn young lady *CEO romance / wealthy Beijing circles / childhood sweethearts / mutual secret crushes / rivals-in-love get their comeuppance Yin Jihong, head of the Yin media empire and a top-tier star in Beijing's social scene. Every gesture of his can decide a person's fate, yet he reserves all his favoritism for his childhood friend, Jin Mo. To Jin Mo, Yin Jihong is etched into her very bones. From the days when they wore split-crotch pants to the poised young woman she is now, this man has never left her side, filling more than twenty years of her life. Until one late night, as she curls up on his sofa watching an old movie, her head resting on his knee, she casually tells him, "I'm getting married." The breathing above her abruptly stops. Under her astonished gaze, the man who has always taken life lightly grabs her wrist, dark waves churning in his eyes as he says, "Jin Mo, I taught you calculus and physics. I've been by your side every step of your life. What makes you think I'd let someone else be the final answer?" - Jin Mo is gentle and reserved, with a mild disposition. Yet Yin Jihong has made her out to be the infamous "she-devil" of their social circle. The night before, Yin Jihong was being a brute again. At last unable to take it, she blew up at him in the middle of the night. The next day, at a high-level meeting at Yin Corp, the executives sit around the long table, their eyes glued to Yin Jihong's neck. They want to sneak a look but don't dare. In the middle of winter, their CEO insists on leaving his sweater collar wide open, as if he wants to show off the red nail marks on his neck to the whole world. Halfway through the meeting, Yin Jihong crosses his legs, props his chin on one hand, and sweeps a scornful look over everyone. "Should I hand out magnifying glasses so you can get a better look?" The executives sweat buckets and sit in terrified silence. Then they hear him sigh heavily. "I can't help it. When my darling gets mad, she likes to get physical." One executive tries to comfort their poor CEO and cautiously chimes in, "President Yin, your wife is so fierce. You really have it rough..." "Say that again? Fierce?" Yin Jihong smiles without smiling. "My darling is a little fairy. How can you call her fierce? Want me to scratch up your face right now?" The executives: "..." Love is moonlight that cannot be hidden. Sooner or later, it will spill over the banks of friendship and sweep us into a tide called fate. Dedicated to the love I've kept hidden for half my life. One-on-one | Happy ending | Both leads are sexually inexperienced Final chapter of the Love Stories series, revived | Back to our golden age Theme: May you be loved and have someone to love