Sunset Falls into Utopia

The print rights are still available. If interested, please contact Jinjiang. [Complete] The cover is commissioned artwork! The encounter in Chapter One! At twenty-six, Meng Li finally let loose all the rebelliousness she'd accumulated since adolescence. She quit without notice, spent her savings on a trip to Los Angeles, and did something unconventional with a man she'd met only once. It was dusk, on a beach somewhere in Los Angeles. She lay on the sand as the not-so-gentle waves repeatedly washed over her, rushing past her nose and mouth. "The tide's coming in." A man's voice suddenly rang out. She opened her eyes. The man lying beside her had a remarkably handsome face. Seawater soaked his clothes, revealing the lines of his muscles beneath. He was so captivating she couldn't look away. Before she could speak, he held her chin and leaned close. "Close your eyes." Before the water could engulf her, he kissed her lips, becoming her oxygen. - After returning to China, Meng Li was pushed into a blind date. Sitting in the cafe where they had arranged to meet, she recalled the man's qualifications, as her mother had described them. Jin Shiyue, twenty-seven, born into a distinguished family, wealthy, and already a pilot despite his young age. With qualifications like that, why would he need a blind date? The matchmaker must have been exaggerating. Just as she was planning to finish her coffee and leave, someone sat down across from her. He wore a perfectly tailored suit, not a wrinkle in his tie. His bearing was composed and distinguished. Yet the smile at the corner of his lips was suggestive, almost roguish. He met her gaze, his voice turning ambiguous in the atmosphere. "Are you here alone?" Meng Li never expected to see him again. She propped her chin on her hand and parted her red lips. "There are two of us." She pointed to her belly. "There's another one in here." "Mine?" He raised an eyebrow. "Sorry, sir, but my future husband will be here any minute," Meng Li replied, changing the subject. The man dropped his casual, roguish air and sat up straight, holding out his hand. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm your future husband, Jin Shiyue." - She'd thought their encounter was just a brief affair, a game with a time limit that would end at daybreak. Who could have guessed that instead of going their separate ways, they'd spend their lives together? One night after they were married, Jin Shiyue suddenly asked if she remembered the first time they'd met. Curled up in his arms, she was drowsy and distracted as she answered, "In Los Angeles..." "No." He kissed her lips. "When you were seventeen." At 6:30 p.m. on the West Coast, you appeared at sunset, bringing romance as you fell into my utopia. But you told me that I had always been your utopia tips: Charming, devoted, bad-boy big wolf x slightly sensitive, careful little witch with a rebellious streak SCSJ, the female lead isn't pregnant; she just talks big Told from the female lead's perspective: marriage first, love later. From the male lead's perspective: his secret crush comes true No real-life inspirations. The leads aren't perfect. If it's not for you, stop reading in time. There are countless great stories out there; I hope everyone finds one they love. I'll delete negative comments. Updates are not daily. Subscription rate: 90% 2023.1.18 (screenshot saved) Pre-release: "The Butterfly Effect" He Jingsheng fell for a girl. It was a rainy evening on the streets of London. The girl wore a gauzy dress and a pair of ballet shoes. Her hair was pinned up, her neck long and graceful. In the misty rain, she danced on tiptoe, her skirt swaying, her figure graceful and elegant, like a noble white swan. She spread her arms and spun through the air, until she fell beneath a boy's umbrella. The boy gently brushed the raindrops from her hair. He Jingsheng sat in a dark car. The scene outside flashed past, yet he kept staring, unmoving. His slender fingers reached out the window to touch the cool rain. His thoughts were impossible to read. They met again in a vast ballet theater. A spotlight shone on the white swan dancing onstage, while he alone admired her from the audience. The backstage area was filled with roses. He Jingsheng, dressed in a suit, stood tall and composed. His deep, dark eyes rested on her. Though he was used to speaking Cantonese, he picked Mandarin back up to accommodate her. "Miss Shen, I like you." Shen Qiangyi refused nervously. "Mr. He, I have a boyfriend..." He only smiled, refined and polite. "That's all right." Later, in a hilltop mansion in Hong Kong. Another rainy evening at dusk. He Jingsheng held the exhausted girl as she slept in his arms, tenderly brushing away the tears still on her cheeks. His face was hidden in the dim light, but his gaze burned brightly. He had said, It's all right. - A white swan should bloom beneath the roses. He Jingsheng painstakingly built a cage for Shen Qiangyi, never imagining that one day he would be the one trapped inside it. Refined, scheming Hong Kong tycoon x innocent, beautiful white swan Possessive pursuit / stealing her from another man / ten-year age gap The male lead is not a good person 2023.7.2 (screenshot saved) Coming soon---- "It Began in Summer" Xia Zhiyin made her debut as a child star, appearing in her first film at five. Her career peaked right from the start, and at twenty she successfully transitioned into singing. Every album she released was a hit, earning her the title of all-around national sweetheart. But despite her smooth-sailing career, she lost her voice in an accident at twenty-two. With no other choice, she took a break from show business and went to recover in the countryside. On her first day there, her manager's van stopped outside the courtyard gate. The manager eyed the well-kept detached villa next door and asked cautiously, "Whose house is that?" A local, speaking with a heavy accent, replied, "That's Xia Yan's place." Huh? Blind? Xia Zhiyin wondered to herself: Wouldn't living in such a big house be inconvenient for a blind man? One day, a torrential rain suddenly started. She hurried to the balcony to bring in the laundry and got drenched. Back in her room, she immediately took off her wet clothes, and her gaze drifted to the man sitting in a reclining chair on the opposite balcony. He wore a tank top and shorts. Long legs, handsome features, bulging muscles. A tattoo showed on his neck. His eyes were closed, and he didn't move at all. Remembering that he was blind, she relaxed and changed without bothering to hide herself. Then, the very next second A phone rang, and the man suddenly opened his eyes. He straightened his back, stretched out a long arm to pull over a drafting table, and picked up his phone with long, well-defined fingers to type a reply. She stared at him, dumbfounded. In her panic, she blurted out, "Aren't you blind?" At the sound of her voice, the man looked at her. After a long silence, he closed his eyes again and played along. "Fine. I'm blind." - Later, curled up in his arms as she watched him draw tattoo designs, she casually said, "Last year, I went to Italy for the Cannes Film Festival. I happened to find this really cool tattoo shop in an alley. The owner wore a mask, but you could still tell he was handsome. I even had a crush on him." She made the story sound vivid on purpose, hoping to see if he'd get jealous. But he kept his head down, focused on drawing, and smiled leisurely. Unhappy, she kicked her legs. "You're not even jealous!" At last, he looked straight at her and raised an eyebrow. "Why would I be jealous of myself?" Top-tier star x rough yet gentle tattoo artist Lighthearted small-town story, age gap, doting fatherly type, SC Theme: Believe in love