Spoiled After Marriage

Neighboring completed novels: "Gentle Island," "Wild Branches," and "Me and the Villainous Demon Lord Compete to See Who Lives Longer"~ Sheng Ying got dumped. On her birthday, she didn't get the proposal she'd been waiting for. Instead, she learned that her boyfriend was flying to the United States to see his first love. Only then did she realize that he'd pursued her because she looked like his first love. He couldn't have the woman he loved, so he'd settled for dating her. Seven years together had become a complete joke. Her boyfriend said calmly, "She's sick. I have to be there for her. Give me some time to move on, and I'll come back and marry you." Sheng Ying: "Don't bother moving on. You can stay right there and die." Then, without hesitation, she blocked him everywhere. Her grandfather was seriously ill, and his greatest wish was for her to find a good match. Shen Yanzhou was a born star, a man of influence, and the eldest son of the Shen family, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Everyone knew he was impossible to win over. Even the prettiest girls who pursued him were bound to fail. Sheng Ying thought, If I'm going to get married anyway, I can pick anyone. I might as well go big. Her friend: "Picking a fight with someone that powerful? You're something else." Before she set out, she deliberately downed several bottles of alcohol. The aloof, indolent man leaned against the wall, looking at her with lazy disdain. A cigarette dangled from his lips as he toyed with a lighter in his palm. He looked both alluring and roguish, and didn't even spare her a proper glance. The lights were dim and the air was hot and close. The distance in his manner made her want to step back. Sheng Ying's heart was racing. She took a deep breath and, fighting her embarrassment, tried to sell herself: "I hear you need a wife to keep your elders happy. What do you think of me? I'm beautiful, sweet-talking, practically a fairy come down to earth, and so cute I could make your head explode!" The man narrowed his eyes at her and raised a brow, amused. "You've got some nerve." Sheng Ying's scalp prickled. She pressed her lips together. "So, is that a yes or a no?" He stayed sprawled there, saying nothing. After a long while, he gave a scoff, sounding utterly indifferent. "Fine. Let's get married." Sheng Ying figured this marriage was probably just a way for Young Master Shen to kill time when he was bored. Later, her ex-boyfriend returned from the United States, completely disregarding how much she wanted nothing to do with him. He demanded, "Have you forgotten all those years we spent together?" Sheng Ying didn't want to deal with him. She tried to leave, but he clung to her relentlessly. Shen Yanzhou's fist came down with brutal force, cutting through the air. His face was expressionless as he said, "You almost hurt her." Her ex-boyfriend wasn't willing to accept it. Shen Yanzhou's eyes were dark and vicious, his gaze icy. He enunciated each word: "A piece of trash like you thinks you can compete with me?" Sheng Ying once received a gift: a pretty little jar filled with neatly folded paper stars. She didn't think much of it. Until one day, she accidentally broke the jar. Then she discovered that each star had the words "I like you" written inside. It turned out that even that dazzling, brazen boy had once hidden away in some forgotten corner, doing something childish and foolish, and guarding a hopeless love no one knew about. Blurb for the completed novel "Gentle Island" The school heartthrob, Shen Yundu, was famous around campus. He was handsome, came from a prominent family, and had a distant, refined air that made him seem untouchable. Countless girls were infatuated with him, but he never paid any of them much attention. Her birthday fell on the same day as another girl's. That day, the other girl celebrated at a warm, luxurious resort, surrounded by flowers and applause, and showered with well wishes from friends. She was as happy as a princess. Meanwhile, she was freezing, her fingers numb, in a pitch-black cave. The boy who should have been at the resort had been caught up in her troubles and trapped there with her. Perhaps he'd never seen a girl have such a miserable birthday. Even someone as distant as him felt a pang of sympathy. His collar was half open, his collarbones alluring. He curled his lips with lazy ease. "Make a wish with me, Shu Yu." The cold wind poured in through the mouth of the cave. Her nose and neck felt cold, but her fingertips were growing warm. He said, "I'll make every one of your wishes come true." But even when they parted, she never found the courage to tell him what she wished for. Later, at a bar. Shu Yu lost a game and had to ask a designated person for their number. She made her way through the crowd, held her phone screen out to the person, and asked softly, "Sir, could I get your contact information?" Under the bar's dim, shifting lights, the person didn't move. The man sitting lazily beside him suddenly looked up, revealing a face so beautiful it could captivate the world. It was so familiar that Shu Yu's heart trembled. The man glanced at her coolly, snuffed out his cigarette with one hand, and took her phone. Lowering his eyes, he said casually, "He's had too much to drink. I'll do it for him." He personally handed her someone else's number. She'd been the one to ask for it, but when she got it back, her eyes were red. In the bar's hallway, the man stopped her. With one hand in his pocket, he tilted her chin up carelessly and watched her tears fall without stopping. He gave a soft laugh. "You're so pitiful." She sobbed and shook his hand off, trying to leave. He pulled her back, gripped her shoulders, and pinned her to the wall. He played with her hair flirtatiously, his gaze full of amusement. "Why are you running?" Shu Yu bit her lip and said nothing. He stared at her, then suddenly laughed with carefree insolence. "Baby, what I said back then still stands." Message: Believe in love