A Gentlehearted Woman

A dazzling, flirtatious beauty x a gentle, abstinent young master with a hidden ruthless streak

In Yan Yu's eyes, Shan Rou was the proprietress of the biggest restaurant in Sanhe Town: charming and sociable, mature and worldly, she welcomed guests from all over and saw right through everyone.

The day he walked into the restaurant, she approached with graceful steps, carrying a cup of hot tea. She smiled brightly at him.

"Have we met before?"

He lowered his eyes, avoiding her mesmerizing gaze. As he looked down, he caught sight of her slender, pale fingers, even more lustrous than the white jade teacup.

That afternoon, he sat by the window, raising his brush to repaint a portrait. A noise outside made him look up. There she was, perched on the wall, holding a branch of hibiscus between her delicate white fingers.

A gentle breeze carried the faint fragrance of flowers to him. A few drops of ink suddenly fell from his brush, blurring the face of the person in the painting.

In the middle of the night, he suddenly opened his eyes and tore up the portrait spread before him.

"It's not the time," he murmured.

She took measure of everyone in the world, and they took measure of her. That was only to be expected. But she could never tolerate being deceived.

Standing at the edge of the cliff, she watched him hurry toward her. His voice, etched into her bones, and the face imprinted on her heart threw her into turmoil.

"I said I'd come save you!"

"I never entrust my life to anyone else!"

By the time they met again, everything had changed.

"Let's pretend we never knew each other."

He answered hoarsely, "All right."

The next day, he tricked her into the palace. "I've changed my mind."

In short:

The first time he saw her, a sage's words flashed through his mind: "The gentle Shan Rou uses her voice and beauty to beguile people. One dares not even kiss her."

Later, he wrote on her portrait: "A woman from Nanjiang, with a tender and graceful bearing, alluring in speech. She is the one I adore."

One-on-one, happy ending, sweet romance with no angst

One-line pitch: My one regret in life is that I forgot you!

Things to know before reading:

There is an amnesia plot. No transmigration or rebirth, and no golden finger. The male and female leads are natives of an ancient setting. They grow over time, and love helps them grow.

This story is set in a fictional world. No historical nitpicking, please.

Coming soon:

"Gorgeous Makeup"

A beauty who's mad without realizing it x a cold-faced, ruthless, unhinged general

Cheng Wan swore a solemn oath at her parents' graves: she would raise her little brother and restore her family's fortunes. She chose a path of no return, thinking she'd spend her whole life alone until she died of old age. Then came that night.

In the dark, bitterly cold night, with rain pouring down, she stood before him, drenched from head to toe. Her gleaming jade-white hand clutched his sleeve, and she swayed as if about to fall.

"Give me a child."

Outside, the storm raged. Inside, candlelight flickered, leaving his face half-lit and half-shadowed.

Sheng Yanqing was a cold-faced general famous throughout the land. He was ruthless and stayed away from women. Rumor had it that no woman could come within a few feet of him.

That night, after someone ambushed him, he climbed over the wall into a house in the middle of the night. Beneath the rustling trees stood a woman in a flowing, gauzy dress. A light breeze lifted her skirt, revealing a stretch of snowy-white ankle. A red gemstone hung from a delicate silver chain around it, bewitchingly alluring.

He fell from the tree, his burning hand closing around her snowy-white ankle. The hard red gemstone dug into his palm.

Cheng Wan thought she had to be mad to seek him out!

Sheng Yanqing thought he had to be mad to give her what she wanted!

Both virgins, happy ending

Theme: Women, too, have a vast world of their own.