Roses Gone Too Far

■Thank you for supporting the official version. My next novel, Top-Tier Newlyweds, is now underway. ■Follow-up updates: @Suizhu Ye. The blurb for my upcoming novel Butterfly Iris is below. Blurb: ·Old flame rekindled / respectable older man loses control / foster-family romance / regret and redemption During the years Ni Wei lived with the Xie family, they took good care of her, and she always minded her place and stayed out of trouble. The summer after her college entrance exams, she went to Xincheng alone. After the Xie family repeatedly urged her to take care of herself, they arranged for her to stay at her uncle's home. Xie Huaijun was an upright, refined man who rarely smiled. He had looked after her often when she was young, but Ni Wei had always found him hard to approach. That day, she wore a pair of shoes that didn't fit. Her shoes and socks were caked in mud, and her ankles had been rubbed raw. After the rain cleared, Xie Huaijun had someone buy her a new pair. He used the shoebox as a step, loosened the laces himself, and set them by her feet. His shirt was crisp, his expression as cool and distant as ever. Once she was dressed, he raised an arm slightly and took her hand unhurriedly as he helped her out of the car. She held the fine fabric of his shirt, and just a little farther over was his broad, warm palm. For some reason, she began to fantasize. Could she get just a little closer? Snow drifted outside the window. Red wine spilled and seeped across the floor. He closed his eyes in concentration, still and solemn as a statue. As she drew near, he held her ankle. His voice was low and cool. "Remember, don't let it happen again." - After that, Ni Wei rarely went home and never called her family. The car stopped outside an apartment complex. Xie Huaijun saw her come out laughing and chatting with another man, and felt a flicker of irritation rise in his heart. The moment the call connected, he asked what she was doing. Ni Wei paused for only two seconds. Her voice was sweet and soft. "Dating, obviously." Later, in a cramped little room, his fingertip brushed the blood at the corner of her lip before he lowered his head and kissed beside her ear. Just one wall away was her childhood sweetheart. His warm breath brushed her ear. Ni Wei heard him give a quiet laugh. "You want to be with another man?" "Then you'd better pray I die." -How could he hand over a girl he'd kept by his side for so long? [Reading Guide] A refined scoundrel, daddy-type older man x a bright, sunny young woman / 70% sweetness, 30% angst, not too angsty. Foster-family setup, nine-year age gap. He raises his future wife. They have no contact before she comes of age, and he only falls for her after she is an adult. A slow-burn, everyday-life romance. The heroine is a bit of a brat at first, but grows up later. The hero is highly possessive and will lose control. Includes obsessive love and confinement; read with caution if that's not for you. Both leads are inexperienced. I put the men who aren't virgins through the brakes, so I only love and write virgin heroes. The hero is a fairytale from head to toe, with only the heroine in his heart and body. Same goes for all my stories. Screenshotted on 2023/2/3, revised 2023/3/21, revised again 2023/11/5. ----My next novel, Top-Tier Devotion, is now underway. Please add it to your collection!---- [He is absolutely devoted / marriage first, love later, and he dotes on his wife / face-slapping / old flame rekindled / 12-year age gap] The He family is a renowned old-money clan in Yanbei. As the head of the group, He Zhengchao is not only unmarried, but has also rarely been linked to any romantic scandals. Wen Zhihe never imagined that a man of his stature would sit across from her and propose marriage. She may be a Cinderella, but Mr. He is no Prince Charming. He says he needs an obedient, sensible wife who will cooperate with him. They will marry by contract and divorce when the term is up. Wen Zhihe had no intention of taking the job, until she saw the number on the card, a sum she could never hope to earn in her lifetime. "Any requirements?" she asked. The man before her was refined and gentle, a faint smile on his lips. "Just be obedient." - After they married, He Zhengchao teased her like a pet bird, but he did grant her almost everything she asked for, enough to make her overlook his high demands in certain areas. But Wen Zhihe always knew that their marriage was simply a matter of mutual convenience. An unequal relationship would inevitably come to an end. Less than six months into the marriage, rumors that He Zhengchao was cheating began to spread. Her luxury-wife trial period was about to expire. Wen Zhihe felt a little regretful, but it wasn't something she couldn't accept. Before heading to the countryside to shoot that evening, Wen Zhihe cautiously messaged him to ask whether they should end things early. Rain poured down, thunder and lightning cracked overhead. He Zhengchao got out of the car, opened an umbrella, and pulled her up. His voice was low. "Why are you running? You even lost a shoe. Surprised to see me?" He looked at her for three seconds, then closed his eyes as if resigning himself to his fate and sighed. "Listen to me." - In the first year of their marriage, He Zhengchao regretted that he hadn't gotten the marriage certificate back then. Strands of hair clung to Wen Zhihe's flushed cheek. Her lips were parted, and her breathing was a little ragged. "Can you stop controlling me?" "Fine." He Zhengchao lowered his head to straighten her collar, his gaze lowered and calm. "Then take care of me." "Pick a tie you like for me." "Let's get our marriage certificate soon." "Have a little sympathy for me. I'm in my thirties, and it's embarrassing not to have a certificate." - "If you traveled thousands of miles to see me, maybe it was fate." Refined, literary scoundrel, daddy type x clear-headed, beautiful parasitic vine ----My next-next novel, Butterfly Iris, is coming soon. Please add it to your collection!---- [Forced possession / nine-year age gap / the hero has been plotting for a long time / looks like obsessive love, but they're both sick with longing for each other] Zhu Yuan first met Meng Du just after her coming-of-age ceremony. Her birthday banquet was a grand affair. No one knew the Zhu family was already an empty shell, but what no one expected was that after the family fell into ruin, Mr. Meng would take Zhu Yuan away. Zhu Yuan would never forget that day. Meng Du stood beside Old Master Zhu, leaning forward humbly as he promised to care for her for the rest of her life, until she married her fiancé. His collar was fastened to the very top, but it couldn't hide the conspicuous scar on his neck. Zhu Yuan had been afraid and timid, but he treated her with meticulous care and never neglected her. Meng Du often wore gold-rimmed glasses, his hair parted to the side. He smiled with cultured gentleness, and over time Zhu Yuan came to think of him as a perfect gentleman. - Later, her fiancé, who had feelings for Zhu Yuan, hoped to get engaged and take her away as soon as possible. Zhu Yuan agreed too. She turned to Meng Du to make her request, her eyes lowered. "Uncle, thank you for taking care of me." Meng Du remained gentle, but there was no smile in his eyes behind his glasses. He only raised a hand to soothe her, then leaned toward her politely and asked, "Little Yuan wants to get married. You've grown up, haven't you?" Zhu Yuan looked at him with clear eyes and said nothing. The night before the engagement, Zhu Yuan sat helplessly on the sofa in the dressing room, unable to resist. Meng Du took off his leather gloves. His eyes curved as he sighed with a smile and slipped a hand beneath her skirt. He said softly: "You don't have a choice, Zhu Yuan." "I've waited a long time for you." As he was about to come closer, Zhu Yuan pressed her lips together and said with remarkable sincerity, "Uncle, I've been waiting for you for a long time too." "You're richer than him. I think I'd be better off with you." - Meng Du took in a young girl, fragile and pitiful, alone and with nowhere to turn. When he first brought her home, it was only to atone for his guilt and fulfill a promise. He didn't know when his gaze toward Zhu Yuan began to change. Only later did he realize that the girl had never been as innocent as she seemed. Zhu Yuan x Meng Du An innocent-seeming beauty x a powerful Hong Kong tycoon Theme: Pursue what you want.