Crossing the Line

[Please add my next book, London Has No Snow, to your favorites!] A teahouse opened in the busiest part of Xiuyan Street, where scholars and refined guests gathered. Word had it that the proprietress had skin like jade and an enchanting figure, a rare beauty indeed. One day. A news story appeared: The ace player from the Frantic X2 team, who had won the season championship six times in a row, suddenly showed up at the Spring Rain Teahouse. The man looked somewhat arrogant and aloof. The exquisite eyes that had dazzled the media in the news were now resting casually on the tea menu. A classical beauty approached from not far away. That evening. In the usually elegant teahouse, the man's contact information was left on a table. The staff had seen this before. They assumed he was yet another man lusting after the proprietress's beauty and were about to clear it away, but then they noticed someone had already taken the note. - The two had broken up when they were young, and the whole affair had been quite dramatic. In the T1 racing paddock, the media rushed to interview them. A couple everyone thought had no chance of getting back together was photographed: a handsome man with refined features, dressed in a black racing suit, pinning her into a corner and kissing her. The woman had a graceful figure, a lovely shape in her qipao, fair skin, and beautiful features. Her long black hair fell all the way to her waist. The photo of the two of them was called the most breathtaking moment of all: [A Kiss Crowning Love.] After that, a handsome man began showing up at the teahouse all the time. The proprietress's admirers whispered among themselves, jealousy in their voices. Huo Cheng sipped the Da Hong Pao the proprietress had specially sent him. She was busy looking after the other guests, ignoring the private room where he sat. At last, she remembered there was someone in the private room and hurried inside. Who knew that the moment she stepped in, the man would wrap an arm around her waist? He lowered his head and murmured in her ear: "You're so late." The door was half closed. Someone outside watched enviously as the proprietress gently kissed the man's cheek and soothed him in a soft voice: "But I'm here now." That night, every man at the teahouse had his heart broken. Teahouse proprietress vs. devoted rascal of a racing driver Screenshot taken on 2022.10.23 Note: The heroine promotes tea culture, integrates production and sales, helps farmers grow tea, supports rural revitalization, and boosts economic development. - London Has No Snow blurb: Qiao Jia later ran into her high school crush at his engagement ceremony. That day. It snowed heavily in London. - Xu Qingji was a born star. People in his circle said he loved to have fun. He loved it so much that he even ditched his fiancée on the day of their engagement. But no one could have guessed that Xu Qingji had returned to China for a woman. He had never had to suffer in his life, but he practically bled himself dry trying to win her over. The day Qiao Jia told him she wanted to break up, snow fell outside the villa. Three in the morning. Xu Qingji used an unfamiliar number to text Qiao Jia. "Are you really willing to break up?" Qiao Jia: "Yes." Less than five minutes later, the man who had planned to return to London appeared at her door, snow still clinging to his eyelashes. His black coat radiated cold as he pulled her into his arms. His voice trembled as he said: "We're not breaking up." Theme: Keep moving forward with courage and speed