Word Has It

*For updates on the simplified Chinese edition, follow @San Er Yi Re They met again at a dinner party. The man wore a white shirt and black trousers. A faint red mark showed on his neck. He looked languid and wild, yet so refined that no one dared look him straight in the eye. Someone beside her whispered, asking if she knew him. Wen Zhiyu shook her head. She and Zhou Lingyun were not close. She had only heard by chance that a woman delivered to his bed not long ago had looked like her. - When word got out that Wen Zhiyu and Zhou Lingyun were together, the whole social circle was in an uproar. A genuine good girl and an unrepentant playboy. No one had ever imagined that these two people, who had nothing to do with each other, would end up together. Wen Zhiyu's friends were deeply worried. Even the people around Zhou Lingyun teased him, “Lingyun, don't go playing with that young girl's feelings.” Later, news of their breakup spread. Someone saw the Zhou family's heir, usually ruthless, languid, and used to having the final say, dead drunk and refusing to let go of the young woman's hand. He demanded coldly, “Did you fucking play me?” The next second, “I was wrong.” The man buried his face against her neck. “Please, comfort me. I'm begging you.” Fake playboy, secretly scheming & gentle bunny type, cuts things off without hesitation SC Next novel, another second-chance romance of the same type, Verdict ↓ Ke Boyun was born into a good family, handsome, and a young master blessed by the heavens. At Shangyue International, he was the one person nobody dared contradict. Lazy and hard to please, arrogant as hell, always first to watch the drama, seemingly careless but able to verbally destroy someone in three sentences... those were the keywords that summed him up. He was so coldhearted that people thought he had been born without a capacity for love. At the start of the new term, the school went to great lengths to recruit a transfer student. At the flag-raising ceremony, a girl stood on the stage in her school uniform. Her back was straight, her neck slender and pale, her manner cool and otherworldly, and every strand of hair fell perfectly into place above her skirt. The school leaders below looked pleased. As expected of a top student. At the time, the only impression anyone had of her was that she was “so pretty it was annoying.” In her first month at school, the girl named Shi Xi did just two things, and everyone at Shangyue remembered the transfer student's name. 1. She appeared out of nowhere at the top of the monthly exam rankings. 2. She won over Ke Boyun in a single month. - From the first time they met, Ke Boyun knew Shi Xi wasn't as well-behaved as she appeared. She had a whole lot of temper, and sometimes she was even more blunt than he was. But that was fine. Shi Xi was the one pursuing him. She knew how to soothe him and coax him, and it was obvious she liked him a lot. That was enough. He just hadn't expected her to dump him more ruthlessly than anyone else ever could. Their breakup was ugly. Later, they ran into each other again by chance. Ke Boyun pulled his car to a stop in front of her. His long, slender fingers rested on the steering wheel as he looked at her through the open window. He scoffed and called her by her full name. “You actually dared to come back.” Her expression remained calm and cool. “Are you talking about yourself? You're the one who went abroad, not me.” “...” - After they reunited, Shi Xi spoke so harshly that Ke Boyun wanted to sue her. He consulted a lawyer, who told him that was possible if she had caused him physical harm. Ke Boyun said little. He simply sent over a copy of their chat history, letters he'd written in the past, photos of them together, and other evidence. The lawyer spent a week preparing. After collecting the materials, he reported on the progress and finally asked if Ke Boyun had any other questions. The chat stayed silent for three minutes before a message came through. Ke Boyun: Ask her if she ever loved me. The lawyer: “...” Theme: Love is a precious thing