The First-Year Transfer Student [School Life]

Everyone knows that Second Young Master Chi is a formidable man. Cool and noble, he has always been cold and indifferent, like a towering jade mountain, a lone pine in the snow, a jade tree among orchids. People say his nature is as unyielding as ice and snow.

At a drinks gathering one day, Chi Xun took off his jacket, accidentally revealing a vivid, blood-red cherry blossom tattoo on his arm. Like blood from the heart, it bloomed with striking beauty.

When people asked about it, he said casually, "I got it for fun."

Then he was caught on camera by chance.

The youngest daughter of the Song family was dazzlingly beautiful, bold and radiant. The cherry blossom birthmark on her forehead was especially well placed.

Netizens dug up the fact that her vivid red birthmark was exactly the same shape as the cinnabar mole Second Young Master had tattooed on himself and kept close to his heart.

Four volumes (the straightforward version)

Volumes One and Two: Childhood friends at school (high school), mutual attraction, a confession, puppy love.

Volume Three: Daddy (university), bankruptcy, debt, and a breakup. She takes on three hundred million in debt for him.

Volume Four: The white moonlight (as adults), a young lady returning from abroad, the beloved first love back home, a mistaken marriage and entanglement, and a forced melon that turns out sweet.

Excerpt dated 2022.10.7

Also known as Sugar-Cured Flower Branches

* School and city life

* Both leads are virgins

[Please add my historical romance transmigration-into-a-book novel, Jinling Has a Demon, to your library!]

Xie Liao'an transmigrated into a book. In a world where everyone else was a rich young master or noble scion, and the Wang and Xie families were renowned for their grace, she became a flower bud, not even a background character.

The tiny bud sulked in a pond, with only Buddhist chants, morning bells, and evening drums for company.

Her neighbor was a thousand-year-old Buddhist chosen by the Emperor. Swaying in the breeze, Xie Liao'an often saw his aloof, otherworldly figure in white robes, with a string of little sandalwood prayer beads hanging from his wrist.

She thought she would spend her whole life as a plant. Then demons roamed the night and the great clans fought, while lightning struck and made the water beneath the red lotus pond tremble.

Among demons, humans, gods, and ghosts, Xie Liao'an trembled in fear, her petals quivering.

The white-robed monk, detached from the world, suddenly reached out to shield the little flower bud.

And then... she bloomed.

The chosen thousand-year Buddhist, Nan Yi of Kongshan, had reconciled the feuds between three families. With eyes closed, he recited a prayer: "All conditioned things are like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows, like dew and lightning."

As heaven and earth grew clear and still, ripples stirred across the pond.

Between the lotus leaves, clear as water, a pair of eyes appeared.

Red lotuses surged. A black-haired beauty, drenched in her clothes, looked like a bewitching ghost, a blood-red cinnabar mark at her brow, her beauty breathtaking and seductive.

As the storm passed, Nan Yi stared at her coldly. "Demon."

Her expression was pitiful and wary. With long, slender fingers, she lightly clutched his immaculate white robe.

The demon suddenly smiled at him, and the light filling the pond dimmed by comparison.

Nan Yi had meant to subdue the demon.

But the demon suddenly went poof and became a child. The little flower bud from before had turned into a toddler, who gazed up at Nan Yi's demon-subduing bowl with watery eyes, then burst into tears.

Nan Yi was at a loss. The child seized the chance to hug his leg, pouting and leaning to one side as if claiming compensation. "Waaah, why do I have hands and feet now? It's all your fault. You have to take responsibility!"

Nan Yi laughed. "I did this to you?"

Xie Liao'an wailed, "Mother, I'm not a pure little flower bud anymore! Waaah, this Buddhist scoundrel still wants to capture me. Some thousand-year Buddhist, all compassionate and kind! Mother, look at him!"

The Buddhist stared at her, then flung his sleeve and walked away as his golden bowl hummed.

Xie Liao'an had escaped disaster. She was overjoyed.

Xie Liao'an had long been captivated by Nan Yi's handsome, white-robed figure. She often pestered him while he meditated and chanted, disturbing his Buddhist heart.

One day, Xie Liao'an finally returned to her original form. Nan Yi was about to send her away, and she clung to him reluctantly. That night, she spoke sweetly, reaching up to loop her arms around his neck. "You save all the people of the world. Why not save me?"

He pushed away her boneless, delicate hands. "Humans and demons belong to different worlds. Have some self-respect, miss."

Xie Liao'an stormed off.

Rumor had it that an immortal had left the mountain.

People of the time praised the beauty of the rivers and mountains, saying that the sun, moon, and world had never been so splendid.

Jinling has a demon.

Xie Liao'an thought Nan Yi had come down the mountain to subdue her. But when he turned around, he treated the precepts and commandments as dust. In the blink of an eye, the once otherworldly monk had become an imperial noble who played power games.

Before the ancient Buddha beneath the green lamp, Xie Liao'an was backed against the meditation seat, with the compassionate Buddha looking down from above.

The white-robed young man's clear eyes had lost control. His desire was insatiable, and he pressed down on her until her fingertips trembled.

The little sandalwood prayer beads quivered against her palm, one by one slipping through her fingers. Tears filled Xie Liao'an's eyes, and her voice shook with pain. "What happened to your path, monk?"

He gripped her chin. His voice was cold and hoarse beside her ear. "For you, why shouldn't I enter the world?"

Before the bodhi seat, he bewitched all living things.

The long night gave way to dawn.

Demon x Buddhist

A silly, sweet, bewitching flower spirit x a former Buddhist who becomes a ruthless emperor after entering the world

[Please add my next contemporary romance, Fish in the Foggy River, to your library!]

Jiang Yu first met Chu Wu at a banquet when she was seventeen.

He was the powerful man behind her father's business rival, a tycoon well known among the elite.

She knew nothing of that. She only thought he was peerlessly handsome and casually noble, even the hem of his suit draped perfectly. He had to be an absolutely top-notch male escort.

The air around them was thick with tension, but the young lady of the Jiang family boldly approached him like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger.

He looked at her with a faintly amused gaze. "Are you sure you want to dance with me?"

Her eyes were alluring, their corners tinged red. He led her onto the dance floor, where she dazzled everyone with a tango.

Once she learned who he was, Jiang Yu cut off contact. He responded with offhand, subtly mocking words, and from then on, they went their separate ways.

Later, she fell on hard times.

No one in the Jiang family would help her. Alone and helpless, she got drunk at the bar. Then she heard a clear, elegant voice beside her offer a fair assessment: "You look prettier when you cry than when you smile."

Jiang Yu knew he had come to watch the spectacle. Her eyes reddened, making her look fragile and pitiful, but he only set down a yellowed Republic-era marriage contract.

"Our great-grandfather arranged this marriage long ago. A three-hundred-year pact between the Chu and Jiang families. We were always meant to marry."

After marrying Chu Wu, she discovered that the man was strange. He kept her at arm's length, yet his heart raced whenever he looked at her, and even the tips of his ears were bright red.

Jiang Yu pretended to be angry and fell into his arms, but he pushed her away and gave a lazy, mocking smile. "Please behave yourself."

The Jiang family regained its footing, and the two went their separate ways.

Her father urged her to return. After repeated talks went nowhere, he tore up the marriage contract. Jiang Yu gritted her teeth, clutched the scraps, and sobbed, trembling, but then fell into a cool embrace.

Chu Wu.

He picked up the marriage contract, which had always been fake, took her fingertips, and traced the characters for their names again.

Every stroke and turn, ink and brush set the rules.

Jiang Yu was startled and confused.

With a thousand tender feelings in his heart, he lowered his eyes to look at her and called her only one thing: "Qingqing."

His warm breath stirred around Jiang Yu's ear.

"Why shouldn't I walk right into the trap?"

A restrained, cold-hearted hound x a coquettish heiress

Theme: As the heavens move with vigor, a noble person should strive ceaselessly.