Rambling About You

Completed A wealthy young master from the capital x a music student Blurb: Yun Sui knows their connection wasn't a coincidence. That day, the bar where she worked part-time was running a promotion for prepaid credit. She gave Bai Yancheng her number, cautiously drawing closer to him. The second young master of the Bai family of Beicheng was as graceful and polished as the moon, with no shortage of girls around him. Yun Sui was nothing special. No one in their social circle imagined she would stay with the Second Master for so long. At the height of his affection for her, Bai Yancheng once brushed aside the pride of all the noblewomen in attendance, outbid them for a fine piece of jade, and gave it to her as a one-of-a-kind ornament. A friend asked him curiously what exactly he thought of that girl. Bai Yancheng curled his lips lazily. "Her? She's a little empress." . Bai Yancheng could make a tenth of a feeling seem nine-tenths real. Even when he doted on someone, it was only doting. It was always just a matter of time before they parted. Their relationship was merely a fleeting, extravagant bloom. He gave her plenty of parting gifts, including an island named after her. But Yun Sui didn't take a thing. She sent him a photograph instead. An old high school photograph. The secret of the young girl's unrequited love was finally revealed to him, but by then she had vanished without a trace. . Years later, at the first stop on Yun Sui's national tour after returning to China, the head of the Bai family bought ten thousand albums and waited for the singer's meet-and-greet. A reporter asked, "Young Master Bai, do you like following celebrities too?" Bai Yancheng denied it calmly. "I'm pursuing my wife." . Every year after she left, ten Chinese crabapple trees were planted at the mansion. When they blossomed in profusion in spring, Bai Yancheng got down on one knee and proposed the marriage he'd long dreamed of. In this life, he knelt three times: once to Buddha, once to his family, and once to her. May every year be safe and free from worry, and may peace and happiness last forever. Six-year age gap / both each other's first and only / healing each other / he chases her later The rose wastes no time becoming another rose She will always be the one in his hand - Jorge Luis Borges - Next novel: Married by Name A beautiful radio host x a cool, unruly young master from the capital / marriage first, love later / second male lead wins her love / both each other's first and only Blurb: At sixteen, Jiang Jingcheng climbed over a wall to buy Wen Yu the chestnut pastries she loved. At twenty-six, Jiang Jingcheng pushed Wen Yu down the stairs for a green tea girl, breaking her bones. On the day they divorced, Wen Yu left with nothing. Jiang Jingcheng asked if there was anything she wanted, and she took only the dog. It was the dog they'd raised together, a witness to their seven years of youth and three years of marriage, and to the way the bright, carefree boy had become a stranger. · Wen Yu thought the most absurd thing she'd ever done was say yes when Jiang Jingcheng proposed. Until one night, trying to drown her sorrows, she ended up sleeping with Song Libai, her husband's best friend. Jiang Jingcheng had stolen her best friend, so she'd slept with his buddy. Fair enough. The only problem was, she accidentally ended up at the marriage bureau. T^T Song Libai told her, "An elder in my family is seriously ill. I want to get married as soon as possible, so I won't have any regrets." Feeling guilty, Wen Yu agreed to take responsibility. After they got their marriage license, she went to meet his family and saw the old man in robust health, dancing in the square. Wen Yu: ... Wait, had she been tricked? · That winter, their wedding date was set, and all their friends in the social circle sent their congratulations. Only Jiang Jingcheng was dead drunk. He rushed through a snowy alley with chestnut pastries in his arms, dialed the number he'd memorized by heart, and choked back tears. "Xiaoyu... where are you?" A woman's muffled, tearful voice came from the other end, along with a man's low voice: "Baby, tell him you're in my arms." At sixteen, Song Libai hadn't managed to hold Wen Yu's hand. At twenty-six, he bowed before her and worshipped her like a goddess. "The eighth year you loved him was the ninth year I loved you." Theme: Live earnestly and strive for a fulfilling life