Sob, I’ll Try to Cry a Little More Quietly

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The ultimate sweet treat 🍰 / gentle, sweet, and soft heroine x possessive mixed-race daddy / size difference / age gap

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For a high-paying job, Wen Yinong moved into the private estate rumored to never admit outsiders.

The estate belonged to a man named Mo Shaoshang.

Part Italian, part Chinese, he came from a top-tier wealthy family. Handsome and tall, he had striking blue-black eyes.

At their first meeting, he pulled out a chair for her. His long fingers accidentally brushed the back of her hand, and he promptly drew them back with a gentlemanly apology.

Wen Yinong secretly thought, This gentleman seems like a really nice person.

Later,

Wen Yinong noticed the estate's servants never dared meet his eyes when speaking to him.

Then she realized he knew exactly what she wore each day, what she ate, and whom she talked to on the phone.

And then she discovered an art studio in his underground wine cellar. Every inch of its walls was covered with portraits of the same person:

Her.

From the first day she moved into the estate, he had painted her from every angle, capturing every expression...

Wen Yinong began packing her bags.

When she opened the door, the man was standing outside. His smile was still gentle and courteous, but his blue-black eyes were deep enough to swallow her whole.

He said softly, “Ms. Wen, it's going to rain soon.”

“Where are you going?”

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Applying for a job at the Mo estate was the worst decision Wen Yinong ever made.

She'd gotten involved with Mo Shaoshang.

In public, he was an aloof, unruffled man of refinement. A gold eyeglass chain hung beside his sharply sculpted profile, and he looked so proper and immaculate he seemed untouched by the world.

Only Wen Yinong knew that this mixed-race heir was an elegant madman.

He was gloomy, obsessive, pathological, and fiercely possessive.

He especially loved luring her into the underground wine cellar on secret nights, coating her body in wine, then kissing every drop clean, one by one...

Wen Yinong: 😭 *sob*

Help! My secret boyfriend is so crazy, I'm exhausted.

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Reader's guide:

① A gentle, sweet, soft-hearted girl x a possessive mixed-race daddy who's gentle only with her

② The heroine is a special education teacher. The hero has a nephew with autism.

③ One-on-one romance, both leads' first time, happy ending

🍡🍧Ad break o(*￣︶￣*)o🍬🍭

Blurb:

High-sweetness military romance / fake marriage, real love / gentle yet resilient heroine x fierce borderland big shot / age gap / size difference

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On the eve of graduating from police academy, twenty-two-year-old Shu Jiayu traveled a thousand miles from Beicheng to Jinban.

Jinban sat on the border.

Powerful factions held sway, and all sorts of unsavory characters mingled there. The line between day and night blurred like the dense fog of the rainy season.

Late at night, in an abandoned factory.

A tall man stood in the shadows, leaning against the wall with his head bowed. His long fingers idly toyed with an unlit cigarette.

Dim light fell across his face from the side, casting sharp lines between light and shadow. His brow ridge was pronounced, his nose straight, and his jawline as hard as carved stone.

Even in his most relaxed pose, he radiated an overwhelming pressure, ragged and dangerous.

Like a blade that had been sharpened and seen its share of blood.

Their eyes met, and the man's gaze pinned Shu Jiayu in place. Her breath caught.

His eyes traveled over her, cold and unreadable, assessing her from head to toe without a hint of emotion, as though checking a serial number.

After a moment, he spoke. “Shu Jiayu?”

She straightened her back. “...Yes.”

“Hello. I'm Chen Wenzhou.” He took a few steps toward her and said evenly, “It's nice to meet you.”

Shu Jiayu's heart pounded.

She'd heard the name Chen Wenzhou before.

The captain of the national security special police unit, the backbone of the entire system, and the highest-ranking commander of this operation. He was her direct superior.

And

also the husband assigned to her by the organization.

Her fake husband during her undercover mission at the border.

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When Chen Wenzhou first met Shu Jiayu, he frowned.

The mission was grueling, almost certain to end in death, and extremely dangerous. Why had his superiors assigned him such a quiet, pretty young woman?

When Shu Jiayu first met Chen Wenzhou, she gripped the hem of her clothes.

The thought of spending every day with a man like him and pretending to be his closest companion made her so nervous her legs went weak.

Later.

As the border was battered by storms and they walked day and night along the knife's edge,

Chen Wenzhou watched with his own eyes as the soft young woman defused bombs, read the situation, changed her appearance, and turned the tables on her enemies. Her composure sent chills down his spine.

And Shu Jiayu discovered that this tough, cold, hard-edged man would patiently soothe her when she trembled. “Don't be afraid. I'm here.”

Later still, after months of living together,

Shu Jiayu often found her cheeks flushed, her eyes damp, and her legs inexplicably weaker.

And Chen Wenzhou finally learned what it meant to be consumed by love, to love through life and death, and to be unable to stop.

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Blurb:

Everyone knows that Fei Chaichai is allergic to the opposite sex. She breaks out whenever she touches them.

But she's determined to overcome it. Every day, she chases after different people to run experiments, hoping to find the one person who can make her immune.

That day, she cornered someone against a wall again and shamelessly begged, “Please... let me touch you!”

On a gloomy evening, the alley was dark.

The man she'd stopped leaned against the wall, his collar loose and exposing a stretch of pale neck, where a desolate, cold tattoo sprawled.

He didn't react much to her outrageous request. His eyes drooped lazily as he asked, “Is touching enough?”

Th-that generous?

Fei Chaichai had only meant to use him to treat her strange condition, but at his words, she immediately started plotting other things besides “touching.”

For example, getting him to help her pursue his twin brother, her ideal type, whom she'd fallen in love with at first sight at the veterinary clinic.

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Recently, Li Yuyuan's return to the country had caused quite a stir in the industry.

Rumor had it that the country's top hacker was either in prison or at N.Found, the company he'd founded. The story had drawn attention from all walks of life, and its stock price kept climbing.

But everyone at N.F. agreed that their boss had been in a bad mood lately.

The reason was probably a young woman who wouldn't leave him alone and had even chased him to a celebration banquet. In front of influential figures from politics and business, she scolded him: “Li Yuyuan, if you won't help me pursue your brother, what are you doing here partying?”

Inside the club, where the air carried a cool fragrance, lights and shadows shifted and mingled.

The whole room held its breath and watched.

In a dim corner, the man lounged lazily on a sofa. At her words, he propped his face on one hand and watched her for a moment. He almost seemed to smile as he asked, “Who told you I have a brother?”

Fei Chaichai: “?”

She froze, unable to process what he'd said, when he suddenly pulled her forward, stopping her in front of that desolate tattoo.

Li Yuyuan's large hand pressed against her slender back. He tilted his head and spoke against her ear, his voice low, dangerous, and unhurried. “The one you met at the hospital was me. The one who dated you on that rainy night was me. The one who bit your lips until they swelled was me. From beginning to end, it was only me.”

Fei Chaichai: “…???”

Theme: Love is an eternal faith.