Love's Signal

[Completed in full. This story has been revised several times. Stolen copies are incomplete, so thank you for supporting the official version on Jinjiang! @Jinjiang Jihuan] Innocent, sweet photographer x refined scoundrel and financial tycoon At Beicheng University's centennial celebration, Song Youyi attended with her parents and caught sight of a young man in a white shirt standing on the awards platform. His shirt was washed so clean it had faded, his fair, delicate profile wore a gentle smile, and the thin frames of his glasses glinted faintly. People nearby whispered about the financial genius He Jing, praising his hard work. He had skipped grades and gotten into a prestigious university, earned his living with a part-time job, and still won the highest scholarship. Captivated by that first glance, Song Youyi sponsored He Jing for a year. She once thought the moon was close enough to reach. Only when He Jing went abroad did she realize it still hung high in the sky, never coming down. Its gentle light had simply rested on her for one brief moment. Later, Song Youyi's parents turned against each other over their interests, and their loveless family finally fell apart. Her father remarried, her mother married again, and Song Youyi became an unwanted burden with nowhere to go. On a snowy night, Song Youyi dragged her luggage away. A Bentley stopped beside her. The once-impoverished boy had become the head of the He family, making a name for himself in the business world. He Jing's impeccably tailored suit made him look refined and distinguished. His deep, dark eyes were hidden behind his glasses as he held up a black umbrella to shield Song Youyi from the falling snow. "Do you want to come with me?" Song Youyi was clearly at a loss in the face of He Jing's kindness. Meanwhile, her father had finally remembered he had a daughter and was trying to squeeze the last bit of value out of her by arranging a marriage alliance. One day, Song Youyi waited in the living room for He Jing to come home and timidly asked him, "Could you help me with one more thing?" He Jing replied gently, "Youyi, you don't have to be so polite with me." Song Youyi moved a little closer and hesitated. "Would you be willing to have a marriage of convenience with me?" He Jing finally looked up at her, wearing a faintly amused expression. "Are you serious?" "Then let's go register our marriage now." - Everyone in their circle knew that the head of the He family had married the mysterious benefactor who had supported him when he was young. They assumed it was only out of gratitude, with no love involved. At a financial summit, a reporter was about to interview the young financial genius when he saw the refined, distinguished man act completely out of character, speaking to the person on the other end of the phone in an utterly aggrieved, pitiful tone. "Youyi, you're ignoring me. You're being mean to me." "Mrs. He, you haven't paid your husband any attention for three whole minutes. Does that mean you don't love me anymore?" We are each other's sweetest dream, always within reach. Reading Guide: 1. Not a May-December romance. The man is one year older than the woman. Both are each other's first love and have no prior sexual partners. Happy ending, sweet story about a secret crush coming true (?) 2. The male lead is not a good person. He's gentle on the surface but unhinged underneath, and only treats the female lead well. 3. Due to her family and school bullying, the female lead is extremely insecure at first. She gradually gets better after meeting the male lead. She is NOT a doormat!!! (Important) 4. Let's read in peace and enjoy ourselves. ==Please add Sweet Haze to your favorites!! The sweet, first-love-faced choreographer x a seemingly steady but secretly devious private-equity tycoon A calculated plan to win his wife series When Xu Tianwu was fifteen, she was sent to the Lu family. With long, straight black hair and an innocent, first-love face, she looked extraordinarily well-behaved. She dragged her suitcase along and looked up at the man standing on the second floor. Dark, tousled hair fell over his forehead. Half-rim glasses rested on his high nose. Handsome, refined, and scholarly, he was exactly her type. An elder of the Lu family introduced him: "By seniority, Tianwu, you should call him Uncle." When you're living under someone else's roof, you have to keep your head down. Xu Tianwu smiled and obediently called him "Uncle." Lu Yusong was handsome, but dull and boring. His half-rim glasses hid his refined, handsome eyes, and his routine was absurdly regular: early to bed and early to rise. Still, he treated her fairly well. Xu Tianwu returned the courtesy, and they got along. One night, she came home late and crept inside on tiptoe, only to see Lu Yusong, who should have been asleep long ago, leaning against the wall. Smoke drifted slowly from his fingertips. Looking at her through his glasses, he asked in a calm voice, "Where have you been?" As time went on, Lu Yusong tried to control more and more of her life. Only then did Xu Tianwu realize that this man wasn't her type. He was her downfall. The last time, she and Lu Yusong had a huge falling-out over something. The last thing Xu Tianwu said to him was, "Don't ever try to control me again." Lu Yusong watched her without a word, his expression indifferent, then got up and left. After moving out of Lu Yusong's villa, Xu Tianwu enjoyed an utterly carefree life. But a few months later, she could no longer smile. The Lu family arranged blind dates for her, and every match was worse than the last. Xu Tianwu suspected Lu Yusong was behind it, trying to get back at her. To escape the marriage arrangements, she had no choice but to go to Lu Yusong, the head of the Lu family. She put on a smile that was stiff to the point of absurdity. "Uncle, could you do me a favor?" Lu Yusong looked up at her, his tone gentle. "Didn't you say you didn't want me to control you?" Xu Tianwu knew when to give in. "As long as you keep me from marrying one of them, you can control me however you like afterward." Lu Yusong smiled. "All right." A day later, Xu Tianwu stared at the Civil Affairs Bureau, her voice trembling slightly. "What does this mean?" Lu Yusong unbuckled her seat belt. He looked reasonable, his voice low and gentle. "My family gave me an order. I can't disobey, but I thought of a compromise to help you." "You can marry me." - Choreographer Xu Tianwu became a sensation online, creating hit dances for countless groups. Because of her innocent, first-love face, her fans urged her to debut as a one-woman group. Once, while Xu Tianwu was recovering at home from an injury, she unexpectedly posted a hand-gesture dance tutorial on social media. But the person on camera was a handsome man with half-rim glasses and a white shirt, refined and composed. His movements looked as if he had been forced to do the demonstration, mechanical and clumsy. At the end, he simply lifted his eyes, seemingly looking at someone beyond the camera, his voice coaxing. "I've finished recording the video for you, so what's my reward?" Reading Guide: 1. A light, sweet story. The male lead has been plotting for a long time, and his schemes are deeper than a black hole. 2. Although she calls him Uncle, the leads are not related by blood, and their age gap is only two years. 3. More to come if I think of anything else... Theme: Mutual devotion