The Years I Gave You

Fake siblings | Intense push and pull | Age gap | Cautious and careful x domineering and obsessive

Yu Ai is fostered by the Jiang family, a prominent household with sky-high standards, so she is careful in everything she does.

Whenever she meets one of the Jiang family's young masters, she obediently calls him, "Brother."

Jiang Jinze gives her a cold glance and ignores her.

Everyone says Jiang Jinze is levelheaded and ruthless in the cutthroat business world.

Countless women have their eyes on the position of the Jiang heir's wife, but none dares to make a move because of Jiang's mother's domineering nature.

One day, the shower in her room suddenly breaks, and the hot water scalds her. She rushes out, wrapped in a towel.

Jiang Jinze, sitting on the bed, strides toward her. She instinctively covers herself, panicked and ready to flee. "B-Brother, what are you doing here?"

Jiang Jinze's expression is unreadable. He removes the Buddhist beads from his wrist, his low voice burning against her neck as he says, harshly, "Try calling me Brother one more time."

He wipes the lipstick she hasn't fully removed from her lips. "What did you call me last night?"

Note: The leads are not related by blood and are not on the same household register. They have no intimate relationship while underage.

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Cloudy Skies

"Zhou Ze'an, let's break up."

In high school, Rong Sui was a cold, solitary girl with no friends, while Zhou Ze'an was the school's adored, untouchable bully prince.

No one understood why he pursued her so relentlessly, and no one believed his passion could last. So when she asked to break up, she did it decisively.

Zhou Ze'an still wore his usual carefree smile. Unfazed, he said, "Fine. My life will be just as exciting without you."

When they meet again, their lives have taken completely different paths.

He's a top racing driver who speeds across the screen, as well as the heir to a group worth hundreds of millions. She's just an ordinary employee who has to bow and scrape for the sake of a project.

In everyone else's eyes, they're strangers. Nobody suspects there's anything between them beyond work, until she decides to leave the project.

He'd said it was just an insignificant little business deal, but he corners her against the wall, deep-seated obsession and fury in his eyes.

"You dumped me just like that back then, and now you're just walking away? Rong Sui, did you think you could throw me away like trash?"

Everyone is stunned.

The rebellious Zhou Ze'an, who always treated everything like a game, has her pinned tightly in his arms, kissing her fiercely.

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Work keeps them tied together, and they often stay up late checking details. Some people say Rong Sui is a parasitic vine trying to climb a high branch, scheming to cling to Zhou Ze'an because she wants something from him.

When he hears the rumors, his face turns cold as ice. The pen in his hand clatters to the floor, and he gives a scornful laugh.

"Climbing a high branch? You've got it backwards. I was the one chasing after her back then, and she dumped me. What gives you lot the right to gossip about her?"

Rong Sui is the loftiest, proudest branch, one Zhou Ze'an can't reach and can't bear to let go of.

He's perfectly happy to revolve around her.

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Zhou Ze'an's friends from his time studying abroad know that when he first arrived, he spent entire nights in pain and sleeplessness, overcome by depression. He had a white moonlight he couldn't forget, his most vulnerable spot, and no one was ever allowed to mention her.

Later, at their wedding, someone teases him about his "white moonlight" from back then.

With an arm around Rong Sui's waist, Zhou Ze'an grins, smug and flamboyant. "Oh, that white moonlight is my wife now. And she's going to kiss me first in a little while."

From beginning to end, his love was never a passing fancy.

The one he loved but couldn't have was her. The one he yearned for to the point of madness was her. The only one he ever chose for this lifetime was her.

Theme: Love is a source of life