Tidal Sands

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· [Gentle and clear-headed x Suited thug]

· [Competing for love | Taking advantage of the weaker party | Strangers in public, kissing in private]

"I wholeheartedly support you in making pointless struggles. That way, you'll realize that in the end, I'm the one who's best for you."

Ning Shuhe first met Fu Xiuci at her engagement banquet. She dutifully followed her fiancé and respectfully greeted him: "Third Uncle."

She hadn't been seeing Fu Qinian for very long, but she'd already heard about this elder of the Fu family and his ruthless methods. During the banquet, Ning Shuhe couldn't help glancing up at him. To her surprise, she met his scorching gaze.

She exchanged a few polite words with him, ending with, "May all your wishes come true."

Fu Xiuci gazed at her meaningfully for a long moment, then gave a low laugh. "I'll take your word for it."

He was amused that she dared to wish him success without knowing what he had in mind.

It was only a matter of finding her another husband with the surname Fu, after all. Surely that wouldn't be difficult. How could it not work out?

[Reading Guide]:

1. One-on-one romance, both leads are each other's first. No harmful values are promoted. See the author's note in Chapter 1 for specific content warnings.

2. All writing advice is welcome. Please leave lots of comments!

3. The central premise of the story was posted on September 4, 2023. Updates two to three times a week. 80% of the text is protected from spoilers, with a 12-hour delay.

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[Bright, teasing flirt x restrained and proper | Clingy sweetheart x old-fashioned man]

[Old house catches fire | Age gap | Adoption trope | Old-fashioned man breaks his rules for love]

"The secret I can least bear to reveal is my true feelings."

Yan Siyue first met Song Wenjing on the day of her parents' funeral.

Rain poured over Beicheng, yet the knock at the door remained clear.

The man at the door had refined features and a reserved manner. He said that her parents' former mentor had entrusted him, before his death, to care for their orphaned child.

Yan Siyue huddled in a corner and watched him part the crowd and stride toward her. He reached out a hand, his voice steady. "Siyue, I'll take you home."

His hand was long-fingered and strong, the warmest hand in Yan Siyue's memories.

During the years he cared for Yan Siyue, Song Wenjing taught her to read and understand the world, and showed her how to conduct herself. He was attentive in every way, while always keeping proper boundaries.

But Song Wenjing had always thought he wasn't good at looking after children.

Because once Yan Siyue grew up, she always said that what she hated most was his sense of propriety.

Until one day, the girl he had raised suddenly hooked a finger around his tie and leaned close to his ear.

"Uncle, I just learned a new phrase: 'to have a guilty conscience.'"

"What does it mean?"

The girl's lips brushed the side of his neck. In that moment, Song Wenjing heard his own heartbeat.

A heavy, fierce heartbeat.

Only then did Song Wenjing realize that he wasn't bad at looking after children.

He was good at looking after the person he loved.

"The phrase means that someone is going to hell today."

"Who?"

Song Wenjing smiled.

"Me."

Theme: Openness is a prerequisite for love