If Butterflies Could Talk

Upcoming: Yu Yue's Revenge, a stunning, delicate actress vs. an elegant, possessive young heir, a tale of resistance and being resisted

A Feast of Love and Desire, a cool-faced but warm-hearted woman vs. a devoted, scheming man, marriage first, love later + healing a secret crush

Jiaming and Wanjun, rekindled love + childhood sweethearts + a man pursuing his wife after losing her

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Blurb:

A beautiful mute woman x a gentle, wealthy young man

Butterflies and Birds

When Jie Yan first met You Yisheng, they were in a secluded forest with no one around.

The handsome man was curled up in a deep pit, covered in blood. Rainwater streaked across his pale face.

He was close to death, yet his gaze held no fear. The gentle light in his eyes made Jie Yan lose herself for a moment.

He deliberately covered his bleeding wound with his hand. "Little miss, could you find someone to save me?"

The sight of blood stung her eyes. Jie Yan was afraid of blood, but after a moment's hesitation, she still reached out to him.

·

When they met again, You Yisheng stood behind her classmate and asked with a smile,

"I'm his uncle. Shouldn't you call me Uncle, too?"

Her physical disability left her silent, but her heart leapt with joy and she couldn't help nodding.

From then on, You Yisheng had a little shadow following him around.

His little shadow, Jie Yan, could only communicate in sign language. Whenever she got flustered, You Yisheng would patiently take her hand and gently stroke her palm.

"It's okay. Don't panic. Uncle will always wait for you."

No one in Jie Yan's life had ever protected her unnoticed vulnerability as carefully as You Yisheng did.

When Jie Yan once asked why he liked butterflies, You Yisheng simply said, "Butterflies are beautiful creatures. They're so beautiful that I'd be willing to protect them with my life."

She envied the way he treasured butterflies.

Seven-year-old Jie Yan thought having such a gentle uncle was the happiest thing in the world. But to seventeen-year-old Jie Yan, whose heart was just beginning to stir, those three words, "little uncle," represented danger and pain.

Because...

"I'm not a butterfly," Jie Yan thought glumly.

She wanted to become the butterfly in his heart, too, so she studied hard and tried to become a better person.

·

The first time You Yisheng saw Jie Yan, he thought the girl was dangerously beautiful.

Like a silent butterfly, beautiful yet fragile, as if the slightest touch could make her vanish into dust.

He was consumed with anxiety over it, until one day the butterfly landed in his palm.

"Have I ever told you why I like butterflies? It's because they have beautiful, fragile, yet unyielding lives."

"You're just like a butterfly."

"But I love you a thousand times more than I love butterflies."

#If butterflies could speak, she would spread her wings and fly to Estonia, crossing oceans to tell him of her love and longing.#

A story of mutual healing between a gentle, refined young gentleman and a beautiful, clever little mute

One is a bird longing for freedom

One is a mute longing to express herself

Reader's Guide:

Age gap / healing a secret crush / happy ending

[Upcoming Story 1]

#Beautiful, delicate actress x elegant, possessive young heir

#A man pursuing his wife after losing her / resistance / fake siblings

When Yu Yue was ten, she traveled from Jiangsu to her mother's home in Repulse Bay, Hong Kong, for the first time.

A detached house, a private driver, and several Filipina maids. Who could have guessed that seven years earlier, Yu Xiulian had been an unknown actress at a small county theater?

The first time she saw her mother, the woman was wearing a white silk slip dress. Her beautiful face was lowered as she asked, "Yu Yue?"

Yu Yue nodded shyly and timidly. Her mother smiled and beckoned. "Come to Mommy."

Yu Xiulian had barely embraced her, before Yu Yue could soak up enough warmth, when a Filipina maid came in. "Mr. Zhai and the young master are here."

The next moment, Yu Xiulian shoved her into a cabinet. "Don't make a sound!"

Yu Yue clamped both hands over her mouth. Through the gap in the cabinet doors, she saw the imposing, powerfully built man called Mr. Zhai.

She also saw the young master behind him, a beautiful boy with eyes like glass. His expression was cool, and he glanced over casually, meeting the innocent eyes peering from inside the cabinet.

Zhai Qingyuan smiled faintly. While Mr. Zhai and Yu Xiulian went upstairs, he quietly walked over to the cabinet and asked, "Are you a little mouse?"

The malice in his voice frightened Yu Yue.

Ten years later, her performance in Frost Flowers Like a Dream made her famous throughout Hong Kong, and she became a hugely popular actress.

But in Zhai Qingyuan's eyes, she was still that "little mouse" who had once hidden in the cabinet.

Zhai Qingyuan, her stepbrother, her patron, the person she hated most and wanted to avoid at all costs.

The seeds of revenge had sprouted in her heart long ago and continued to grow.

Zhai Qingyuan had always thought of Yu Yue as a plaything. Her mother was his father's plaything, and she was his.

If he made her cry, she had to cry. If he made her smile, she had to smile.

At some point, he began to care about his plaything. He didn't want to see her cry, but he didn't want her smiling at anyone else, either.

He hated marriage and thought it wouldn't be so bad to keep Yu Yue, his canary, by his side for the rest of his life.

But one day, the bird developed a mind of her own. She pecked him, then dared to fly out of her cage and leave him behind.

[Upcoming Story 2]

A Feast of Love and Desire

#Glamorous, sexy female executive & handsome, devoted male professional

#Older woman-younger man romance / man pursues woman / secret crush comes true

1.

At thirty-five, Sun Zhaoniao was harshly criticized as completely worthless by her so-called blind date.

With delicate features and a carefree smile, she held a woman's cigarette between her fingers, almost down to the end.

She was weighing whether to throw water in his face or simply leave when she looked up and saw Chen Ziru.

The neighbor boy she hadn't seen in years, the well-behaved child her mother used to praise, had grown into a refined-looking scoundrel.

He wore a dark gray notch-lapel suit. Beneath his gold-rimmed glasses was a handsome, aloof face. Across the crowd, his cool gaze met hers from afar.

For a moment, she remembered years ago: the black-haired boy, smelling of alcohol, had buried his head in the crook of her neck and pressed his lips to the soft spot behind her ear, saying fiercely, "Sun Zhaoniao, don't forget me."

Now, years later, he walked up to her and said with a refined smile, "Sister Zhaoniao, long time no see."

The burning cigarette scalded her fingertips. Sun Zhaoniao stood up and smiled brightly. "Long time no see."

At that smile, the suited thug turned into a little lamb, his eyes lingering on her.

She looked down. Her tight red silk dress showed off her curvy figure. It really could make a man's heart race and his cheeks flush.

She smiled knowingly. So he was still an innocent little brother.

2.

It all began when Chen Ziru asked Sun Zhaoniao to pretend to be his girlfriend so he could fend off a persistent suitor. Out of regard for their old friendship, Sun Zhaoniao agreed.

In return, Chen Ziru invited her to dinner. His excellent cooking left her wanting more.

So later, when Chen Ziru asked her to see a movie, she showed up on time, too.

And eventually, when Chen Ziru proposed to her, the handsome man was so devastatingly good-looking that she agreed in a moment of impulse.

Only on the wedding day, when that supposed suitor sweetly called her "cousin-in-law," did she realize she'd walked right into someone's trap.

Drunk and swaying after people plied her with alcohol, she vaguely remembered someone gently changing her clothes.

She also remembered someone leaning close to her ear and murmuring tenderly, "Today, my long-cherished wish finally came true. Will you blame me for plotting this for so long, Sister?"

She opened her eyes and beckoned him closer, then kissed his face lightly. "It's okay. I had my own motives, too."

She'd fallen for his looks.

3.

At eight, Chen Ziru was "picked up" by Sun Zhaoniao and brought home. From that day on, his heart belonged to this beautiful older girl.

At sixteen, he stood by the window, watching a couple embrace downstairs, consumed by jealousy. Sun Zhaoniao had become an obsession he couldn't escape.

At twenty-five, while she was single, he seized his chance and used every trick in the book on her.

The ending was naturally a happy one. Holding her hand at the wedding altar, he finally felt his life was complete.

[Chen Ziru's life holds only one Sun Zhaoniao, and no one else. He loves his sister, and only her.]

[On the surface: Sexy, aloof female CEO VS gentle, devoted younger man]

[In reality: Cool on the outside, warm on the inside VS a scheming green tea]

[Reader's Guide]

Man secretly loves woman / mature woman and virgin man / woman is ten years older

Theme: Loving you is a silent language, a quiet act