So He Really Does Like Me

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Blurb:

A cold, aloof beauty of a doctor, the bottom x a sweet, goofy, scheming puppy of a top

Lin Ye isn't good at socializing, and there's only one person he's ever given his heart to.

That person is his best friend, Meng Jiangyi, a handsome, sunny guy whose smiling eyes look like two crescent moons.

He used to believe they were the only ones who mattered to each other.

Until one day, he happened to pass by the swimming pool and saw Meng Jiangyi with his Iranian exchange student, who was staying at his house, their shoulders pressed together.

"Meng, do you consider me a friend too?"

"Yeah, obviously."

"What about Lin Ye?"

"Lin Ye's busy studying. He wouldn't care about this stuff. Don't tell him about your situation. I'll keep you company at night from now on."

"..."

The glass door wasn't soundproof. Every word pierced Lin Ye's heart.

It was as if he'd suddenly been plunged underwater, his eardrums roaring and his breathing labored.

Still, his dignified bearing remained. He walked steadily, composed and calm, as if he could pretend the scene before him had never happened.

But he never looked back.

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In high school, Meng Jiangyi was a carefree "bad student" who wasn't afraid of anything.

But he was terribly afraid of Lin Ye. Afraid of making him angry, afraid of making him sad, and even more afraid that Lin Ye would find out about the filthy desires he kept hidden in his heart. He desperately held himself back and cherished Lin Ye with the utmost care.

But in the end, Lin Ye disappeared from his life without even saying goodbye.

Meng Jiangyi never gave up. He followed every lead he could find until he tracked Lin Ye down overseas.

Then he learned that...

The Lin Ye he couldn't stop thinking about had married and had a child in America.

Lin Ye, the renowned cardiac surgeon, had found success in both his career and love life.

Ten years later,

Meng Jiangyi had become a big name on LD's financial street. His dashing portrait appeared in financial magazines, and his handsome signature was known in bars and nightclubs.

When he saw their high school group chat buzzing with news of Lin Ye's divorce, he casually booked a flight home that left at four in the morning.

Lin Ye, lost, wandered into his bar by mistake.

Lin Ye, drunk, fell into his arms by mistake.

They drank three glasses together in silence. Lin Ye's peach-blossom eyes smiled, more intoxicating than Baileys, as he softly asked, "Is it sweet?"

Their reunion had been deliberate. Lin Ye had long since shed the youthful innocence of years ago.

Yet Meng Jiangyi still harbored a hopeless love for him, and every bit of love, hate, jealousy, and obsession became an endless entanglement.

After one passionate night, Meng Jiangyi learned that the news of Lin Ye's marriage had only been a rumor. He swore he would never let Lin Ye escape him again.

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The top dotes on the bottom. Happy ending, one-on-one pairing, both are virgins.

Important: The top only ever loves the bottom, from beginning to end!

There's a pinned comment in the comments with reasonable warnings. If it's not for you, don't force yourself to read it.

Coming next: The Fake and Real Young Masters Fall for Each Other in the Middle of a Love Triangle

Ever since he was little, Yue Chen had always been the most outstanding young master of the Yue family.

He took the Yue family's century-old pharmaceutical company public, turning it into a leading enterprise across East Asia.

But on his twenty-fourth birthday, the real young master's arrival mercilessly exposed the fact that Yue Chen was the fake young master who'd been switched at birth.

The parents who'd raised him were now strangers, viewing him as a thorn in the Yue family's side.

The employees who'd once admired him now saw him as a traitor to the company, glaring at him one by one.

Even his incompetent older brother suddenly became the perfect successor.

It seemed Yue Chen had never done a single thing for the Yue family or its company.

His accounts were frozen.

His room was sealed off.

His car was destroyed.

Even the one life that belonged to Yue Chen was worth less than the Yue family's guard dog.

His grandfather, who'd doted on him for years, added peanut oil, which Yue Chen was severely allergic to, to the dinner he served him before sending him away. Then he wanted to go swimming with him.

Just as everyone wished, Yue Chen had a severe allergic reaction and drowned.

Yue Chen lay in his garden when someone forcibly pried his eyelids open several times.

"Can you see me?"

Yes. He looked familiar.

What a handsome face, with a strong jaw and deep-set eyes. He looked healthy and full of sunshine, nothing like Yue Chen, and wore white... Was he an angel from heaven, here to take him away?

"Can you hear me?"

Yes. He seemed to have heard that voice before.

What a clear, pleasant voice. It kept calling a name Yue Chen never wanted to hear again.

The pleasant voice suddenly turned stern, and the man shouted at the crowd behind him, "I'm not changing my name. My name is Yan Shuo, and I'm a doctor. Make some room. I need to give him CPR..."

Yue Chen closed his eyes. He didn't want to fight anymore. So this man was Yan Shuo, the real young master of the Yue family.

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When Yue Chen opened his eyes again in his hospital bed, he tried to raise a hand to rub his eyes, only to find it tightly held by a large, well-defined hand.

"Yue Chen, you're awake? Don't be afraid. Everything in the Yue family that belongs to me belongs to you too."

Yue Chen shook his head... Had water gotten into his brain?

The next romance novel: Always by Your Side (an age-gap, secret-crush sweet romance)

In high school, Yue Wen Ye had a crush on a popular boy.

When the crowd lifted her crush into the air in the pouring rain, Yue Wen Ye cheered happily along with them.

A black umbrella appeared behind her, shielding her from the rain. A deep, cold voice said, "What's there to be happy about when you failed the entrance exam yourself?"

Yue Wen Ye stepped out from beneath the umbrella. The person she hated most during her three years of high school was the art student behind her, Yan Song.

Yan Song had just graduated from college and was already working as an art instructor at their school.

As a young teaching assistant, he could have gotten along with everyone just like the other interns.

But he walked around with a scowl, looking like a demon. Whenever Yue Wen Ye snuggled sweetly beside her crush, he would awkwardly warn her again and again not to date in high school.

The girls in her class gossiped behind his back: What a waste of a great figure and a handsome face. No one dared even say hello when they passed him in the hallway.

But Yan Song seemed to be haunting her. When she entered art school, Yan Song transferred there too and became her personal senior student.

His twelve-hour-a-day, grueling drawing lessons nearly killed her.

Luckily, she had her crush's texts and videos to keep her company through those four years.

Yue Wen Ye studied and sold her work online, selling paintings to pay for her crush's tuition because his family was struggling. That was what kept her going through those four years.

Four years later, her crush was coming back, and Yue Wen Ye waited at the airport until the middle of the night.

She also had good news she'd been keeping from him: her new calligraphy painting had won an award and been purchased by a renowned collector for a high price. She was going to France next month to hold an art exhibition.

But when her crush came out, there was a girl in his arms.

He seemed not to see Yue Wen Ye. Arrogantly, he introduced the girl to the friends who had come to meet him: "This is my fiancee, and the goddaughter of President Yan, head of a major company in the capital. We've been in love for four years."

Yue Wen Ye's ears rang, and her vision blurred with tears.

She slumped into a chair in the arrivals hall, the flowers in her hands scattering across the floor.

Beside her, Yan Song, who'd never given another girl a second glance, sat down without a word. His brows were furrowed as he stared at the girl beside her crush in the distance.

Yue Wen Ye gave a cold laugh. "He's taken. What are you staring at her for, Senior Yan?"

Yan Song replied in a cool, detached voice, "I thought she was the daughter of our family housekeeper. I didn't know he had a god-sister."

Yue Wen Ye had no interest in listening to what he was saying. Her tears had ruined her makeup.

Just as she was about to wipe her face with her sleeve, a soft handkerchief pressed against her nose. His voice was as stern as ever: "Blow your nose like you used to."

Like before?

How?

Only then did Yue Wen Ye vaguely remember that Senior Yan, sitting beside her, had been by her side for seven whole years.

Theme: Only by persevering through hardship and solitude can one reap a rich harvest.