Lavished with Love

An elegant scoundrel, a powerful man of the capital x a qipao beauty born with an irresistible allure

“You are the pearl in my palm and the cinnabar in my eyes. I want you, and you alone.”

When Song Liwan was sent to the Jin family, all she brought with her was a small bundle.

The courtyard was deep and quiet, wisteria spilling freely over its trellises. The young woman stood amid the flower shadows in a cotton qipao faded from washing. Her waist was slender, her features finely sculpted, and she shone with the luster of a precious gem.

Jin Changshu glanced at her, his gaze lingering on her face. Before she noticed, he looked away. “Many people want to stay by my side, Miss Song. What makes you think you're special?”

*

As the current head of the Jin family, Jin Changshu had a cold, dignified face, noble and striking enough to make anyone who looked at him feel inferior. He had the looks of an immortal, but the heart of a demon. Autocratic and heartless, he wielded the commercial world of the capital like a plaything in his palm.

But later, everyone knew that Second Master Jin kept a little tyrant at his side.

The little tyrant was breathtakingly beautiful, with skin as smooth as ice and bones as delicate as jade. Her radiance was like polished jade, and her cool, elegant beauty was beyond compare.

The only problem was her bad temper. Someone once saw Song Liwan push Jin Changshu's hand away at a banquet, her expression cold as she kept him at arm's length.

In a corner of the terrace, discarded roses lay scattered across the ground. The man pinned Song Liwan against the marble railing, took her slender, jade-like hand, and slowly kissed her fingertips.

“If you don't want the flowers I gave you, that's fine. But why handle them yourself? What if you hurt yourself?”

*

The only patience and pitiful scraps of affection the evil dragon had to offer.

He gave them all to her.

But Song Liwan didn't want them.

She didn't just refuse them, she ran off without looking back, leaving only a note.

“There's nothing special about me, Mr. Jin. I just happen to dislike you a lot.”

*

When they met again, Song Liwan was still wearing a qipao, with begonias blooming in full splendor along its hem and accentuating her graceful, supple curves. Her expression was cool, her snow-white face seemed sculpted from clouds and snow, and her radiant, bewitching beauty was enough to ensnare the soul.

When she saw him, she smiled faintly and greeted him politely, but coolly. “Hello, Mr. Jin.”

Her arm was linked with another man's.

In a secluded corner of the hunting grounds, Song Liwan was pinned down by him. She glared at him. “Let go!”

Jin Changshu's expression was savage as he stared at her, yet he looked at her as if she were a treasure he'd lost and found again.

“My Liwan,” he said, “you are destined to belong to me forever.”

△ First love, one-on-one, happy ending

△ Over-the-top melodrama and sweet doting romance

△ Four-year age gap

Blurb archived on 2022/8/29

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An incomparable, rich flower x a well-dressed beast of a man

1

As the only daughter of the pampered and adored Kong family, Kong Ruzhuo rose straight to the top after her debut, becoming the youngest actress ever to win all three major film awards.

She had a face seemingly sculpted from clouds and snow, lushly beautiful and endearingly innocent, beyond compare. Countless directors and critics regarded her as their muse, bowing at her feet and begging her to appear in their films.

But apart from acting, Kong Ruzhuo's private life was a mystery. One day, she suddenly logged into Weibo and posted herself: [Thank you, everyone. I got married young.]

The post went live, and Weibo crashed. Countless fans wept on the spot: Who was it that stole our goddess away?

2

As Dongcheng's most mysterious new magnate, Pu Youchong was autocratic and lawless, turning the business world of Dongcheng upside down. His methods were ruthless, and no one in the circle dared cross him.

This tyrant of a man had a noble, coldly handsome face, as if he had been refined through generations of aristocratic upbringing.

Countless highborn ladies wanted to win him over, but he never got close to women.

One bold actress tried to use him for publicity.

When reporters asked him about it, he only sneered coldly. “She's too ugly. She can't compare to a single strand of my wife's hair.”

The actress promptly vanished from the public eye, but no one cared.

Everyone online and in the industry was curious: What sort of woman had managed to win Pu Youchong over?

3

One day, Kong Ruzhuo suddenly posted on Weibo: I'm a poor student when it comes to love. My love is worthless.

The internet erupted. People condemned the scumbag who had hurt their goddess and showed their support for her divorce, urging her to find a new love.

The next day, at an awards ceremony, Kong Ruzhuo was surrounded by stars. In a white gown, she looked like a goddess descending to earth, as beautiful as a dream.

But the media caught her in an alley after the ceremony, pinned against a luxury car by a man. He lifted her misty hair and gently pressed a kiss behind her ear.

The man had the grace and looks of a jade immortal. It was none other than Pu Youchong!

That night, Pu Youchong boldly reposted her post and declared his claim: [@Kong RuzhuoV She's mine. Don't even think about taking her.]

He pulled Kong Ruzhuo into his arms, his expression languid and almost smiling. “Little tyrant, I only beat you once in a one-on-one game. Did you really have to get the whole internet to gang up on me?”

“Want a divorce, Kong Ruzhuo? Maybe in your next life.”

4

No one knew that Pu Youchong had offered a lamp before the Buddha.

Before the green lamp and ancient Buddha, the ever-inaccessible Mr. Pu knelt on both knees and bowed deeply, his forehead touching the cold stone floor in utmost devotion.

The old monk asked him, “What do you seek?”

Pu Youchong's stern features suddenly softened with tenderness. Facing the Buddhas filling the hall, he whispered his wish: “I don't only wish to spend this life with my wife. I also wish to meet her again in our next life.”

“He never believed in gods or Buddhas, but when he met her, he hoped there would be another life.”

△ First love, happy ending

△ Marriage first, love later; sweet, indulgent romance

Premise: Love knows no class or status.