I Really Didn't Mean to Get Married

Si Nian had been Lu Shuyan's girlfriend since their university days: sweet, well-behaved, innocent, and always by his side, tender and devoted. Still, no one thought things between Si Nian and Lu Shuyan would ever work out. Lu Shuyan came from a prestigious family and had been raised in luxury. After graduation, he swept aside his rivals and became president of the Lu Group, with a bright future ahead of him. Si Nian came from a modest family and had never seen much of the world. Her biggest stroke of luck in life was probably meeting Lu Shuyan, who was there on an exchange program, at university. Lu Shuyan also thought he and Si Nian probably wouldn't last. They'd enjoyed a few happy years together, and he had just signed a check before telling her he wanted to break up when he stumbled across Si Nian's online diary: Day 1 of waiting for Lu Shuyan's breakup settlement: Hehe, I'm officially his girlfriend. So happy! Day 180 of waiting for Lu Shuyan's breakup settlement: Six months already. Wow, he's more devoted than I expected? Day 365 of waiting for Lu Shuyan's breakup settlement: A whole year. I'm barely holding on. Keep it up, perseverance wins! Day 713 of waiting for Lu Shuyan's breakup settlement: Wah, two years of fighting. I've suffered through so much, but the harder the struggle, the sweeter the reward. I could make eight figures! Day 1,674 of waiting for Lu Shuyan's breakup settlement: Almost five years. I'm so damn... Lu Shuyan, you damn... I'm going to... you... The man's face turned livid. Si Nian had a feeling Lu Shuyan would break up with her tonight. She suppressed her excitement, put on makeup, curled her hair, and wore her prettiest dress. With her usual considerate smile, she waited for the eight-figure breakup settlement she was expecting. Candlelight fell across the man's face during their romantic dinner. Lu Shuyan set down his phone. Suppressing his anger, he looked at the gentle, lovely smile before him and suddenly said, “Si Nian,” “Let's get married.” “?” Her smile slowly disappeared. Lu Shuyan had always thought his girlfriend was considerate and understanding. Whether she saw him dancing with a socialite or a secretary linking arms with him, she never even dared to get jealous. So he always tried his best to comfort her, constantly giving her bags and diamonds. The more understanding his girlfriend was, the more she made his heart ache. But it wasn't until later that Lu Shuyan realized Si Nian wasn't afraid to get jealous. She just didn't care. :) New novel, Partiality, blurb: Song Xing had loved Jiang Mingchong since childhood, pining for him for more than twenty years. Jiang Mingchong liked quiet, gentle girls, so she filled her closet with simple cotton dresses. He disliked bright colors, so she kept her long black hair straight for over twenty years. Jiang Mingchong had been an outstanding student and class discipline monitor since childhood, so she grew up to be a model student and a well-behaved girl. But Jiang Mingchong still didn't like her, just as he didn't like cilantro. There was no reason. He simply didn't. Then one day, Song Xing finally came to her senses, ended her unrequited love for good, and decided to live differently. She brought back her smoky makeup and rainbow hair, rode a heavyweight motorcycle, always had a cigarette in hand, and could change boyfriends three times in a day. Whenever Jiang Mingchong came up, she would just shake her head and say, “He's great. He's just not right for me.” The underground rock band Kill the Roses recently came into the public eye. Its lead singer, Song Xing, was a rebel through and through, with a voice so cool it made everyone else look boring. When a fan at a show asked what kind of men she liked, she said any of the 3.5 billion men on Earth might be her next boyfriend. The whole venue erupted in cheers. The little rock rebel really was born to do whatever she wanted, until someone dug up an old school photo of Song Xing. In the picture, she had long black hair, a simple cotton dress, a crystal hair clip, and the big, gentle eyes of a fawn. She looked sweet, pure, and lovely. The little rock rebel had a past like this? Everyone in the industry was stunned, and they all guessed this must be a long-lost sister. Finally, Song Xing took the mic and said with heartfelt sincerity: That's me. I was young and foolish and made a few mistakes. Please delete my embarrassing past ∠( ?"∠)_^ That day, the rain poured down. Jiang Mingchong stood drenched, his pride in pieces, and asked her, “Am I part of your embarrassing past?” Song Xing held an umbrella over herself. “Umm...” How could you not be? Upcoming novel, I Really Didn't Mean to Change My Mind, blurb: After a brutal power struggle among the wealthy, Ming Yuan finally took over as president of the Ming Group in a blaze of publicity. She was rich, beautiful, and powerful. Countless admirers were too intimidated to approach her. Then one day, Ming Yuan took a fancy to a college student who hadn't graduated yet. He was young, handsome, delicate, and poor, working four jobs around the clock. Ming Yuan had no idea what tragic past he might need rescuing from, but just as she was about to make a move, she discovered... He had a child. His own, a year and a half old. “...” So young, and already had a child even younger than himself. Ming Yuan could only shake her head regretfully and give up on him. She handed him a generous tip and called the young college student over with his little child. Ming Yuan sat back on the sofa with effortless poise, lightly tapping the armrest as she waited for the father and child, two lonely souls, to thank her, their wealthy benefactor whom they'd never met before, for her lavish generosity. Instead, the young single father took a step back, holding his little child. When he saw her face, shock gave way to red-rimmed eyes. He clutched the child tightly and turned away, resolute and determined. “You don't have to want me, but there's no need to humiliate me and our child like this.” Ming Yuan: “...?” Ming Yuan could only stare again and again at the year-and-a-half-old child in the college student's arms, whose face looked more and more like a younger version of her own. What on earth was going on? *The female lead has amnesia Theme: Make love your leverage, then bide your time and grow stronger