A Thousand and One Nights of Spring Dew

My next novel will be The Art of Stealing a Kiss [Pregnant First, Love Later]. Please add it to your reading list, mwah~ ★ Hong Kong Island vibes | Heiress stand-in | Brothers competing for the same woman | Electric tension ◆ Quirky, sly little villainess × arrogant Daddy with top-tier dom energy The once-wealthy Li family was on the verge of bankruptcy. To make a comeback, they brought in Jiang Xi to impersonate their only daughter, Li Beizhen, and sent her to Hong Kong to marry into the Zhou family. Jiang Xi, an acting student, was transformed into the nominal fiancée of the Zhou family's second son. For the generous paycheck, Jiang Xi did everything she could to please the unruly second young master, Zhou Xifeng. She used every acting trick in the book to play sweet and obedient, convinced her performance was flawless. But one day, after she had clung to him with her coquettish voice and begged for his attention, he pinched her chin and shoved her away yet again. She couldn't help cursing him behind his back: "You bastard." Then she turned around and met the man's still, fathomless gaze. Beneath the dim lights, Zhou Xifeng's older brother, Zhou Shixun, slowly stubbed out his cigarette. Through the glass, polished to a mirror shine, he silently watched her panic, the faintest smile touching his lips. 1^ The older brother, Zhou Shixun, was a young tycoon who navigated the worlds of power, wealth, and fame with ruthless ease. He wielded his influence as he pleased, a business titan revered and feared by all of Hong Kong. Even though they lived under the same roof, whenever they happened to cross paths, a single look from him made her heart race. All Jiang Xi could do was keep her head down and stay away. Until she successfully won over the second young master. On the phone, Zhou Xifeng was confessing his love. At that very moment, Zhou Shixun pinned Jiang Xi down on the long dining table. "Aren't you going to tell him you're here with me?" Icy liquor trickled down the girl's neck, while the man remained perfectly dressed, his smile inscrutable. Jiang Xi was so nervous her heartbeat stumbled. She bit her lip, afraid to make a sound. After a long moment, a quiet laugh came at her ear. Zhou Shixun slipped the blindfold from her face, catching sight of her glistening, flushed eyes. His smile turned wicked with amusement. "Or do you enjoy our private relationship more?" Guidance, provocation, testing, tempting someone to gamble, and ambushes. In full view of everyone, yet kept secret. 2^ Later, Jiang Xi completed her assignment. As soon as the money arrived, she packed her bags and left. At the school's anniversary celebration, Jiang Xi wrote and starred in a stage play, perfectly playing a seductive girl who toyed with two brothers. She deceived the younger brother and charmed the older one. The performance was a success. But when the red curtain slowly rose, Jiang Xi stared in shock and confusion at the sight before her. Below the stage, Zhou Shixun was seated in the VIP section. The man gazed lazily at her, applauding with elegant poise and a smile that chilled her to the bone. // Have you tasted that drop of spring dew, so rich and sweet? Have you heard the moth strike the lamp in the night, its lonely self-immolation exploding to tell my story: [My good girl, you shouldn't stay out all night] ■■The older brother is the male lead, one-on-one romance, both are virgins, ten-year age gap■■ ■■Please see the author's note in Chapter 1 for content warnings■■ My next novel, The Art of Stealing a Kiss. Here's the blurb. Please add it to your reading list~ ★ Amnesia from the start | Pregnant first, love later | Passionate push and pull | Enemies become lovers ● Rebellious black-swan hot mom × fake ascetic, gloomy scoundrel Also known as: After Losing My Memory, I Got Pregnant by My Archrival... Bei Qian, the only daughter of the wealthy Bei family, was spoiled and impossible to control from childhood, willful, wicked, and unruly to the core. The person she hated most in the world was Song Yanzhen, the young heir of Shanghai's elite, who lived right across the hall from her. The Bei and Song families had long been enemies. Their patriarchs never met. Bei Qian had always known Song Yanzhen disliked her. From elementary school through university, he opposed her at every turn and outdid her in every way. Bei Qian was just as fed up with his cool, aristocratic manner. He looked like a bright and flawless gentleman, handsome beyond compare, but in truth he was sharp-tongued and heartless, aloof and antisocial, arrogant to his very core. But the social circle was small, and they kept running into each other at gatherings with mutual friends. Every time, they were like sworn enemies, completely at odds. 1. Who could have expected a sudden car accident to wipe five years from Bei Qian's memory? When she woke up, she saw Song Yanzhen sitting beside her hospital bed. His voice was hoarse. "Beibei, I'll take responsibility." Bei Qian immediately sat up and pointed at him, cursing. "I knew you were the one who hit me, you bastard!" "I mean the child in your belly." The man held her hand. "Our child." Bei Qian: ? His voice was cool and steady. "We're not getting divorced anymore." Bei Qian: ...?? 2. Bei Qian figured she must have gone crazy sometime in the past five years to marry Song Yanzhen and get pregnant by him. To find out what had happened, she insisted he recreate certain scenes with her, hoping to stimulate her brain and recover her memories. "You usually love my study the most," he said. Bei Qian sat on his cold wooden desk with a haughty, disdainful air and looked around. "Did I work and study here?" The man looked at her strangely, then fell silent for a moment before denying it. "No." "This is where, in this position, you conceived our little Beibei." Bei Qian: "..." 3. After the child was born, Song Yanzhen took meticulous care of them both, day after day, always attentive to every detail. No one could find fault with him. Bei Qian thought that perhaps, over the past five years, they really had gone from hate to love, and their marriage had grown closer and more secure. Until Bei Qian accidentally found a photograph in his bookcase. It showed her with another young man. In the picture, she was smiling brightly, while the young man's face... had been slashed so many times it was unrecognizable. Dried dark-red liquid looked like blood running down his ruined face. The moment Bei Qian remembered everything, she was horrified. She quickly planned to leave her husband and take the child. But no matter what she did, she couldn't escape Song Yanzhen's control. The man caught her precisely as she tried to flee once more, and Bei Qian finally broke down. "You lied to me! My husband before this was never you!" The madman remained impeccably dressed, smiling with elegant composure. But his gaze was wet, wild, and dark as he looked at her. "So you remember now, Beibei." "I stole you and the child." My favorite ill-gotten prizes. Theme: Love should be honest, and life calls for perseverance to the very end