The Gentleman’s Code

My next-generation story, Before the Curtain Falls in Hong Kong and Macau, is in my author page. Please add it to your collection! [From campus to the city | Hong Kong and Guangdong atmosphere | coercive romance | Male lead goes mad for love] Campus: a black-hearted, possessive gentleman from Hong Kong x a dazzling, silly southern beauty City: a suave, roguish tycoon from Hong Kong x a Latin dancer like a human Barbie 1. At the start of their second year of high school, a tall, slender transfer student joined the class. He was incomparably handsome, with a gentle, otherworldly air. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his face, and every gesture was elegant and refined, like a gentleman descended to the mortal world. He quickly became the unattainable dream boy in the hearts of countless girls at school. Yan Yimu somehow became his deskmate, and a female classmate asked her to pass him a love letter. Nian Hesheng stared at the letter in her porcelain-white fingers and raised an eyebrow. "Is this from you?" "No, someone else asked me to give it to you." She hurried to make it clear she had nothing to do with it, then whispered, "I like someone else. It's not you..." Nian Hesheng paused, then smiled. "What a shame." 2. With a wickedly handsome face, Nian Hesheng had been wild and unruly at his old high school, flouting all convention. With countless admirers chasing after him, he eventually got fed up and transferred schools. He changed his appearance, put on glasses, and only wanted some peace and quiet. His new deskmate was exactly to his liking: quiet and well-behaved, with a pretty face that seemed demure and obedient in every way. He just never expected that this demure, obedient deskmate would secretly write love letters to another man. Expressionless, Nian Hesheng tore up the letter, filled with a young girl's ardent feelings, then went alone to the place mentioned in it. 3. The girl stood alone in the open rain, waiting for a long time until she was soaked through and utterly miserable. Nian Hesheng watched her silently from not far away. Behind his lenses, his gaze was sharp and cold, like a beast lying in wait in the shadows. He waited for the perfect moment. Only when he saw the light fade from her bright eyes and disappointment take its place did he finally appear. When the girl saw him, she looked at him helplessly through her tears. "Hesheng, he didn't come..." Nian Hesheng held an umbrella over her with one hand and pulled her into his arms with the other, letting her tears soak his shirt. He displayed every ounce of his gentlemanly grace, soothing her in a gentle voice. "Don't cry, Mumu. You still have me." "He doesn't like you. I do." "I like you most of all." *The first rule of being a gentleman: disguise yourself as an understanding gentleman, shatter your prey's hopes, comfort her when she's at her most miserable, and wait until she lets down her guard and obediently hides in the embrace you've carefully woven for her.* [Reader's Guide] 1. I've described the heroine as a silly beauty, so I won't accept any complaints about her. 2. The Cantonese phrase in the synopsis, "bb, I miss you so much," means "Baby, I miss you so much." 3. Being wild, unruly, and unconventional can refer to someone's behavior. It doesn't have to mean flirting with the opposite sex. 4. This story has countless personal headcanons. Please don't accuse me of copying or putting together a ranking. I'm not your idea bank. My next-generation story, Before the Curtain Falls in Hong Kong and Macau, is in my author page. Please add it to your collection! Meng Xiaer is Macau's brightest pearl. Loved by her parents and protected by her family, she grew up spoiled and cherished. Even her fiance is one of the most outstanding men in Hong Kong's elite circles. The summer she turned eighteen, she went to Hong Kong Island for an appointment and unexpectedly rescued a boy. From then on, she had a little follower named Meng Huai, who did whatever she said. At first, everyone thought the young Miss Meng was simply feeling charitable. Later, when they saw her and Meng Huai inseparable, the upper echelons of Hong Kong and Macau realized the marriage between the Nian and Meng families was surely doomed. Nian Junjing was a favored son of heaven, always proper and composed. At a young age, he was already one of the most accomplished young gentlemen in Hong Kong's elite circles. Unfortunately, he had been engaged since childhood to the young lady of the Meng family in Macau. They had grown up together, and Miss Meng was famous for her spoiled ways, leaving countless society ladies yearning in vain. Rumors that the Nian and Meng families were breaking off the engagement spread farther and farther, until they finally reached Nian Junjing's ears. The distinguished young gentleman had lost face. Everyone thought the engagement was over, but Nian Junjing went to Macau in the middle of the night and had the villa where Meng Huai lived sealed off. Meng Xiaer hurried over in her pajamas to save the situation, only for her fiance, who had always treated her with gentlemanly courtesy, to kiss her forcefully in front of Meng Huai. After the kiss, Nian Junjing cupped her face, his words dripping with mockery. "Meng Xiaer, have I spoiled you too much all these years?" Please add Us, Swaying and Stumbling to your collection. [Mad nouveau riche ex-boyfriend x cold, stunning ex-girlfriend] At university, Wen Ruoxu was the unattainable eldest daughter of the Wen family in everyone's eyes, beautiful and alluring, with a graceful figure. Mu Shiyan, meanwhile, was a poor campus heartthrob who had nothing to his name except his looks and academic achievements. One was cold and spoiled, the other proud and aloof. No one thought the two would ever cross paths. Until the eve of graduation, when the man who was always so cold and reserved in public stood beneath the women's dormitory, gripping Wen Ruoxu's wrist tightly and pleading in a hoarse voice, "...Don't break up with me, okay?" Wen Ruoxu calmly pulled her hand free. "No." When they met again, it was at a class reunion. Mu Shiyan arrived in an elegant, perfectly tailored designer suit. His refined, distinguished face was just as it had been all those years ago. He chatted and laughed with everyone over drinks. Now a rising star among the elite, he was someone countless people wanted to befriend. Wen Ruoxu had just completed her divorce from her ex-husband. One had a bright future; the other had become a laughingstock. Their positions had reversed, and even Wen Ruoxu thought there was no chance they would cross paths again. Until her father, hoping to curry favor with Mu Shiyan, personally sent her to Mu Shiyan's bed. The room was dim. The man sat on the edge of the bed, half his face hidden in shadow, his expression impossible to make out. Only the cigarette between his long fingers was visible, its red tip flickering faintly. By the time it burned down, ash covered the floor. He gripped Wen Ruoxu's chin, forcing her to look only at him. His eyes and brows were full of fury. "You dumped me and immediately married another man? Wen Ruoxu, did you think I was dead?" Theme: The light is just ahead