The Galaxy in My Arms

*My next story will be Forbidden Butterfly. Feel free to check it out in my author column! *Aerospace designer × artificial intelligence expert Blurb: I first met Matthew at a Manhattan socialite gathering. The lights were dim that night. His tall, straight figure and long, pale, bony fingers curled around his glass, swaying it gently as he worked his way into her heart. Li Xinghe had never pursued a man before. Her first attempt ended in failure, and she returned to China in humiliation. Before long, she was forced into a marriage alliance with the current head of the Fu family. Fu Jingchen had always been mysterious and low-key. Few photos of him circulated online, and all she knew was that Hong Kong tabloids called him "a vicious demon." She heard that he hadn't even shown up for their engagement ceremony. Li Xinghe didn't mind. In a marriage where each party got what they wanted, surely mutual benefit was the only thing that could be relied upon. But on the day her fiancé moved in with her, she looked up and met a familiar pair of eyes. Only then did she realize she'd fallen straight into the trap he'd laid. Matthew's Chinese name was Fu Jingchen. Later, he closed in on her step by step, pinning her in the narrow space against his chest. Li Xinghe flushed with anger and embarrassment. "You were so firm when you turned me down before. Now you're going back on your word. Have you no shame?" Fu Jingchen raised an eyebrow. His burning breath brushed against her ear. "When you're chasing your wife, what need is there for shame?" His Adam's apple bobbed, and his cool fingertips lingered on the buttons at her collar. "To be honest, I also want to do something... even more shameless." Bonus scene: At the launch of Chenxing Technology's new product, the music from its AI robot system became a hot topic among netizens. Rumor had it that the company's founder, Fu Jingchen, had composed it himself using pulse signals from the depths of space. A reporter boldly asked, "Does this mean Chenxing Technology will be entering into an in-depth partnership with China's aerospace authorities?" Fu Jingchen nodded in agreement. His usually aloof face could barely conceal its tenderness. "Not only that. I also hope my wife has a smooth journey as she pursues her mission among the stars." The room erupted. The woman who had brought the untouchable beauty down from his pedestal was none other than the youngest chief aerospace designer in China: Li Xinghe. *The galaxy rests in my arms, but you are its brightest star. Reader's guide: 1. Both leads are each other's first and only. 2. No real-life inspirations. 3. The cover is authorized for use but is not exclusive. Artist: Duoduo. 4. Weibo: @Yi Ping Xia Xiaojiu 5. Important: The author is not a professional. All professional knowledge about aerospace comes from research, and sources will be noted in the story. Because of the sensitive nature of the field, there isn't much information available online, so most details are based on the author's imagination. Please don't nitpick the technical details. However, professionals are welcome to message me on Weibo with advice! - Coming soon: Forbidden Butterfly Secret crush from the male lead / 10-year age gap Blurb: On Wen Die's twentieth birthday, her friends celebrated with her at the Ritz Lounge in Macau, and congratulated her on finally getting away from her cheating scumbag ex, Zhao Hechuan. After a few glasses of whiskey, Wen Die's eyes grew hazy. There were plenty of good men in the world, and she refused to believe she couldn't find someone better. She looked around and fixed her gaze on a booth not far away. The man lounged with an air of easy composure, exuding an aura of wealth. His black suit was immaculate, matched with a black shirt of equally fine material. A few soft lights overhead cast a cool, pale sheen over his handsome, aloof face. Wen Die swallowed. There was the perfect man, right there. Holding a bottle of liquor, she suddenly stood up and staggered over to him, swaying with each step. Her voice was sweet and coquettish. "Sir, I feel like we have such a connection." It was a cheesy pickup line, but the man played along. "Oh?" Wen Die stumbled and dropped into the seat beside him. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but she nearly fell right onto him. Her delicate hand slid slowly down the buttons of his shirt. Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked both innocent and alluring. "So, do you want to do something... grown-ups do?" The man gave a soft laugh and pinned down her wandering hand. His voice was husky and sexy. "Sorry, I'm not interested in drunks." - Later, Wen Die finally learned that the perfect man she'd hit on was a very powerful figure. Pei Shao, head of the Pei family of Macau, was the Jade-Faced Yama of rumor: ruthless, sinister, vicious, and someone no one dared to offend. They said his romantic history was spotless and that he never got close to women. Wen Die rubbed her aching waist, angry and annoyed that he'd deliberately hidden his identity from her. Just as she was about to lay her cards on the table and run, Pei Shao paid an astronomical price for a rare pink diamond and had it cut into a butterfly poised to take flight. He put it on her himself and asked in an unhurried voice, "Do you know what it's called?" Wen Die blinked and gently shook her head. His suggestive breath warmed her ear as Pei Shao said, "Butterfly trap." He untied the ribbon from the gift box, wrapped it around her slender, pale wrist, and tied it into a pretty bow. His lips curved into an alluring, ambiguous smile. "Little butterfly, now we can do... the things only grown-ups can do, to our hearts' content." No one knew that all night at the Ritz Lounge, he had been waiting to catch a butterfly that flew into his trap of its own accord. - Bonus scene: One day, the Pei family suddenly announced to the public that Pei Shao was married. The wedding was extravagantly lavish, a testament to how much he treasured Mrs. Pei. During the newlyweds' toast, Zhao's father, who needed a favor from Pei Shao, secretly kicked his good-for-nothing son and scolded him. "Greet him! How can you be so rude to your elders?" Zhao Hechuan hung his head and first respectfully called him "Uncle." Then he looked up at his ex-girlfriend, beautiful as the moon. Though he couldn't accept it, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and say, "Auntie." Wen Die smiled and accepted the greeting, then handed him a red envelope. "Good boy. This is for the younger generation. Take it." Theme: Salute the heroes of China's aerospace program and carry on their spirit