A Long Summer Night

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This story >> Reunited after years apart | Secret love comes true | Cocky, handsome, and secretly passionate x sensitive and gentle

[Your affection was the unexpected joy of my entire youth]

In high school, Xia Mian and Su Shenbei were polar opposites.

He was the darling of everyone, a lofty, brilliant young man basking in flowers, applause, and universal admiration.

She was unremarkable, a dull, ordinary student whose days consisted of problem sets, more problem sets, and yet more problem sets.

She carefully hid her feelings, never daring to let even the smallest hint show. She never expected him to notice anyway.

On the night the sports meet ended, in the noisy stadium beneath a blurry open-air movie screen,

he raised an eyebrow and asked her, “Do you have a crush on me?”

“N-no... Why would you think that?” Xia Mian’s heart pounded like a drum as she fought down her panic and denied it.

“A good student shouldn’t get involved with me.”

His answer was half a joke and half serious, and her heart sank to the bottom.

“Okay,” she replied softly, lowering her eyes.

Later, she secretly changed her university application to A University, thinking it would let her get closer to him. But on the day she planned to confess, she saw him walking hand in hand with someone else.

Her hopes shattered. She hid all her feelings away, struggled to pull him from her heart, and vanished completely from his world.

Years later, a young reigning world champion appeared on a talk show. The host smiled and asked, “So many girls like you. Have you ever been in a relationship?”

To everyone’s surprise, the usually arrogant man’s expression softened. Looking into the camera, he answered seriously, “No. But I’ve liked someone for many years.”

Xia Mian watched the program, her heart aching so badly she yanked out the power cord in a panic.

The next day, she unexpectedly ran into him and was cornered by him. Gritting his teeth, he asked, “You got me interested, then ran away. How much longer are you going to hide?”

“...Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you all these years?”

At last, she understood that all those chaotic years she’d endured alone had never been one-sided.

* A slow-burn, sweet everyday romance

* A little bit of groveling from the male lead

* Both leads are virgins, one-on-one romance

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Shen Shiyi x Fu Xingchen

Sweet entertainment-industry romance / Nine-year age gap / An old flame reignites

Melancholy, aloof Hong Kong tycoon x radiant, sunny Beijing sweetheart

When Shen Shiyi first debuted, her stunning features made her an overnight sensation. Her beautiful, passionate face was so captivating that countless netizens named her the cinnabar mole in their hearts.

She was also a natural at generating celebrity pairings. Almost half the male stars in the entertainment industry had been linked to her. When reporters asked what kind of man she liked, Shen Shiyi smiled and replied, “Sorry, I’m picky. I only like the most handsome one.”

After setting countless fan-pairing groups at war, she swept away from it all, looking like someone who’d passed through a field of flowers without a single petal clinging to her. It was enough to make people gnash their teeth.

The entire entertainment industry wondered what kind of man could tame this thorny red rose.

Then someone online revealed that the stunning young star had long since been taken, and that her mysterious husband was nine years older.

The rumors quickly spiraled out of control, with everyone guessing the identity of the older man who had won the goddess’s heart.

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As a legendary figure in Hong Kong’s entertainment circle, Fu Xingchen became famous at a young age. With his exquisite looks and extraordinary talent, he swept every award at home and abroad. He was the unattainable dream man countless actresses wanted to win over.

But he was proper and stern, restrained and abstinent, like frost at the poles, keeping everyone at a distance. Fewer people had been linked to him than the number of Best Actor awards he had won.

Every flirtation, open or subtle, could only end with a regretful, “Sorry to bother you, Mr. Fu.”

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Just as rumors of the rising star’s secret marriage were raging, a man who never appeared on social media verified his personal account.

His fans rushed to spread the news and flooded the actor’s Weibo page. Before they could shower him with praise, they saw their idol repost a gossip story speculating about Shen Shiyi’s mysterious husband.

Fu Xingchen: This older man is me. @Shen Shiyi

Everyone: Holy crap! Is this what we think it is???!!!

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Later, during an interview on set, someone asked Shen Shiyi how she’d managed to win over the Best Actor. The usually bold woman blushed and answered, “Mr. Fu and I...”

Before she could finish, the elegant, brooding man beside her cut in. “Not Mr. Fu. Your husband.”

The devastatingly handsome man turned his head. His deep, peach-blossom eyes fixed on the camera as he said earnestly, “And one correction: she didn’t pursue me. I pursued her.”

When he met the rose, even the cold moon was moved.

You’re the only one I favor.

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A second chance at love / Height difference / Reversal of status / Each other’s first love

The first time Sheng Xiting saw Ji Yueshu was in the school auditorium.

The dark red velvet curtains opened. She rose onto her toes, eyes closed, and spun onto the stage to dance Swan Lake.

He had been lounging in the last row, bragging to someone. Slowly, he sat up straight.

From that moment on, he never looked away.

He was mud. She was his moonlight.

But he was determined to reach for her anyway.

He schemed and schemed until at last he persuaded her to accept his confession. Then, the very next day, he discovered she’d left without a word and gone abroad.

Love turning to hate takes no more than a single night.

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The year Ji Yueshu returned to China after graduating from the Royal Academy of Dance, the Ji family business ran into trouble.

Her father’s hair turned white overnight. Her mother begged her for help.

They dressed her up like an exquisite gift and sent her to seduce the real young master who had recently been brought back into the Sheng family.

As she entered the banquet hall, she spotted Sheng Xiting at the center of the crowd.

The once carefree boy had transformed. Dressed in luxury and radiating nonchalance, he lifted his eyes to see her and let out a faint, mocking laugh.

Ji Yueshu turned pale and tried to leave.

He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

Amid the crowd’s laughter, he leaned close to her ear. His voice was low and dangerously tempting.

“Weren’t you going to seduce me? Why leave without even trying?”

The love buried in hatred is the most deeply rooted of all. All it takes for dead embers to flare again is one reunion.

But

When we met again, thank you for hating me.

It’s better than still wanting you and being unable to have you.

* Each other’s first love, both virgins, one-on-one romance

* A three-way rivalry for the male lead, a brotherly showdown

* A melodramatic but sweet romance

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Wen Xiangwan was just like her name: almond-shaped eyes glistening, porcelain-white skin, and a slender waist beneath a blue qipao. Gentle and graceful, she looked like a rose blooming in the rain beside a river in late spring in Jiangnan.

The youngest daughter, raised with love by the Wen family, she followed the rules to a fault and was famous in their social circle as a good girl.

At twenty-five, her grandfather called her over and told her, kindly but firmly, that the family needed her to marry for an alliance.

Wen Xiangwan’s long lashes fluttered for a few seconds. Without hesitation, she nodded. After a pause, she asked her grandfather softly,

“Who?”

“The Lu family. Lu Xingyuan.”

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Lu Xingyuan.

His name was famous throughout Beijing’s elite circles.

Not only was he heir to the top-tier Lu family, he was also ruthless and decisive in his methods.

And yet he had a handsome face. He was always dressed in custom black clothes that radiated restraint, his suit immaculate and diamond cuff links shining with a cold light. His noble, detached air was enough to make people weak in the knees at a glance. Countless people admired him, yet no one could move his heart.

At a drinking party, a friend jokingly asked what kind of woman could possibly catch Young Master Lu’s eye.

Lu Xingyuan idly swirled the red wine in his glass, then slowly poured the expensive wine from the crystal glass into the ice bucket. His smile was cool and alluring.

“Women? I’m not interested.”

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Just when everyone around him thought someone as cold as Lu Xingyuan would probably die alone, he unexpectedly agreed to marry into the Wen family.

It was only a marriage to a decorative ornament he could do without. He’d just keep her at home.

That was what Wen Xiangwan herself thought Lu Xingyuan believed, too.

Maybe one day he’d get tired of her, and the marriage they’d forced together would be over.

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Three months after the wedding, Wen Xiangwan attended a small gathering of Beijing society wives for the first time.

Amid the elegance and perfume, she listened as they casually bragged about their husbands’ affection. Wen Xiangwan sat alone in a corner, saying nothing.

“Mrs. Lu, you’re newly married. Don’t you have anything to share with us?”

Caught off guard by the question, Wen Xiangwan looked up in a panic. She blushed and stayed silent for a moment, then shook her head.

The women exchanged glances, understanding that her marriage was in name only. After that, no one spoke to her again.

It began to rain as the gathering ended. A group of wealthy wives stood at the entrance, frowning as they waited for their drivers. Then, amid the traffic, they spotted someone who had no business being there.

A handsome man of distinguished bearing approached through the drizzle, holding a large black umbrella. He went straight to Wen Xiangwan, who stood behind the others, and bent to scoop her tenderly into his arms.

“It’s time to go home, Mrs. Lu.”

As they turned to leave, someone noticed the faint red marks scattered across the pale neck hanging limply in the rainy night.

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Later, a friend teased Lu Xingyuan, who was coming home earlier and earlier. “Not interested in women?”

Lu Xingyuan loosened his collar and answered without changing expression. “I forgot to mention, there’s a condition attached to that.”

“Except for her.”

“No one knows that she is the rose blooming in his heart.”

* Pure sweetness, no angst

* Each other’s first love, one-on-one romance

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