A Chance Encounter in the Capital

Cheng Jiamao first met He Qingzhao near the end of the hot season. He stood beneath a bodhi tree, praying to Buddha, bathed in sunset glow. She watched him from outside the crowd. They met again on a rain-soaked evening. Blood and rain ran down her as she stumbled in front of him and grabbed the leg of his suit trousers. "Sir, save me..." "Don't be afraid." The man bent down and helped her up. His voice was elegant and steady, carrying a powerful, reassuring warmth. Three years later, at a party, a few rich young men gave her a hard time. He Qingzhao rested the hand holding his cigarette on her shoulder, leaned close to her ear in an intimate pose, and smiled with roguish elegance. "Who was bullying you just now? Point them out, and I'll get even with them for you." - Later, they became a couple. He Qingzhao was a gentleman: gentle and refined, and good to her. He affectionately called her "baby" every time, and said she was his first love. She thought he truly liked her. Until one day, after moving into his house, she discovered that he called all the pets there, from the cat and dog to the parrot, goldfish, and turtle, "baby." Even more painful was the wall in his home, covered in photos marked with numbers. At that moment, she woke as if from a dream. How could a man like He Qingzhao possibly have a sincere heart? To him, she was no different from the little animals he kept. They were all things he held in the palm of his hand. She decisively broke up with him and left. For the first time, the usually cool and composed eldest young master He showed anger in his eyes, though he quickly suppressed it. "Fine." He flicked away his cigarette ash and exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Cheng Jiamao, don't regret this." - Cheng Jiamao didn't regret it, but He Qingzhao did. In the airport VIP lounge, the man forcefully pinned her against the door. His dark eyes fixed on her, his voice no longer warm and refined. "Break up with him. Come back to me." Cheng Jiamao smiled faintly. "He Qingzhao, I don't like you anymore." He Qingzhao drew her into his arms and caught her earlobe between his teeth, rubbing it gently. "Even if you don't like me, you're still only allowed to be with me." The jasmine he'd nurtured with his own hands could bloom for no one but him. Cheng Jiamao and He Qingzhao were entangled for three years, but in the end, they still broke up. The day she left, heavy snow fell over Jingbei. What she didn't know was that He Qingzhao had been in a car accident while chasing after her in the snow. - One heart-stirring moment, like fireworks, made me fall deeper with every step until I loved you to madness. Powerful man of the capital × resilient female student The aloof beauty loses control, eight-year age gap, both virgins, capital-city romance ★…★ [Next novel: A Fall in Love in the Capital at Night] Everyone in their circle said Lin Fengxu was cold-hearted, debauched, ruthless, and not to be trifled with, but that he was generous and doting toward women. You could have fun with him, as long as you didn't fall for him. Yan Rui always kept that in mind. Even after she fell for him, she pretended she hadn't. By the time she graduated and left, she hadn't let Lin Fengxu see that she'd ever harbored even the slightest feelings for him. Friends in their circle teased Lin Fengxu, saying that this experienced ladies' man had ended up being played by a young girl. Lin Fengxu smiled carelessly. "It's all just a game. It's no fun if you take it seriously." But no one knew that on the day Yan Rui left, he had chased her to the airport to stop her. He failed, and spent the whole night sitting alone outside the airport. Yan Rui knew full well that she and Lin Fengxu would never have a future. It was just a beautiful dream, so she left without hesitation. Years later, they met again at the airport. She held a suitcase in one hand and a four-year-old child's hand in the other, and looked across the crowd at Lin Fengxu. At midnight, someone knocked on her door. Through the electronic peephole, she saw Lin Fengxu standing outside. When she opened the door, she said bluntly, "The child isn't yours. You can get a DNA test." Lin Fengxu tore off the mask of the refined young master and pinned her against the door, almost crazed. His breathing was ragged as he rubbed against her. "I don't mind. I'll raise the child even if they're not mine. Come back, okay?" On the day Yan Rui got married, heavy snow fell over Beicheng. Lin Fengxu sat for a day and a night in the little gray-blue courtyard where he could hear the morning bells and evening drums, letting the snow pile over him. He knew he could never go back, and he didn't want to break himself apart again. But when he saw the photo of her in a wedding dress, leaning against another man's arms, every trace of his cool pride went up in flames. - Later, everyone in their circle said Lin Fengxu had gone mad. He'd ruined his bright future for a woman and even volunteered to raise another man's child. Reading guide: Cool female student × capital-city heir, nine-year age gap. An old flame reignites; the cold, roguish heir bows his head for love. Important: The child belongs to the female lead's friend. The writing is amateurish, with old-fashioned, melodramatic Mary Sue tropes and no logic. It's pure romance. Read with caution. Theme: Be the best version of yourself! Resilient and calm.