The Treasure Box

Sweet, healing romance after marriage | [Beijing's Elite Heir x Tsinghua Academy of Arts Student]

Jiang Diezhen was gentle by nature. The most outrageous thing she had ever done was get drunk at a bar one day and, in a daze, stumble into the room of a handsome man from a completely different world.

Jing Enyu was the head of the Jing family in Beijing. Born to privilege, the man was arrogant and noble, handsome and refined, as if he lived high above the clouds.

The next morning, he brought her a decent outfit to replace the dress that had ridden up. He put out his cigarette by the elevator and politely steadied her slender waist so she wouldn't stumble. The atmosphere was charged. The faint scent of ebony mingled with his pheromones, swirling around in the cramped space.

Jiang Diezhen didn't notice the lingering look in his eyes and never expected there to be a future for them. She crumpled her dress in her hand and bit her lip. Before hurriedly running away, she shyly whispered goodbye: "Maybe we'll meet again."

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After signing the engagement agreement, Jiang Diezhen assumed Jing Enyu was only doing it to placate their elders after their reckless night together. After all, their backgrounds were worlds apart.

That very day, she secretly hid a divorce agreement, nervously convinced that this dream would soon end.

Beautiful women flocked around Jing Enyu, yet she had never seen him spare any of them a glance. He was lazy and carefree, never one to let himself be tied down.

Everyone said Jiang Diezhen had dark hair, fair skin, and the beauty of a star, but that she had merely gotten lucky. They all waited to see Jing Enyu put an end to this absurd marriage himself, given how vastly different their status was. But to everyone's surprise, after their wedding, Jing Enyu was the one consumed with jealousy every day.

That night, Jiang Diezhen blushed and said, "You're going to Boston on a business trip tomorrow. I'll just work on my designs in the study."

His knuckles grazed the damp sweat on the red mark on her neck, and he watched her tremble with her eyes closed. His words were languid and casual: "If I don't stake my claim, who's to say that guy from your class won't get on the same elevator as you at work tomorrow and fall for you again?"

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When their agreement expired, he tore up the divorce papers. In the steamy darkness, a tempest swept through his eyes as he kissed her until she could barely breathe.

Jing Enyu held his precious treasure tight. No longer cool and composed, his thin lips hoarse as he repeatedly declared how many years he had loved her.

Jiang Diezhen's resignation letter was crumpled. The man's eyes were clear and serene, their striking outer corners tinged red. He pulled her close, his kiss almost punitive. "Baby, I admit things got a little intense last night. Can you please not leave me?"

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Back in college, Jiang Diezhen washed her hair on the dorm balcony as the sun set. Her dark hair fell loose in the summer evening breeze, and she had no idea.

The man in a car worth tens of millions had returned to campus to give a speech. Though he made billions, he forgot all about time. Among the pear blossoms and evening breeze, he watched her from afar all through twilight.

No one knew how the restrained, patient man longed for her, unable to control his feelings, while patiently waiting for her to grow up.

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Later, his secret love stepped into the light. Jing Enyu finally made a grand public declaration of his love to the whole world.

At an international fashion show, at the far end of the flashing spotlights, everyone applauded the young Chinese designer.

Jiang Diezhen's work was in huge demand. Eyes brimming with tears, she buried her face in the arms of the man who had supported her all along, from the lonely crowds to the flowers and acclaim. Through countless nights, he had believed in her without question and stayed by her side for every decision.

Jing Enyu's chest was warm, his heartbeat steady and passionate. His love would always protect her.

He held her tightly, the veins on his wrist standing out, with none of his usual refined coolness. His breath was hot, and he murmured in a husky, seductive voice: "Sweetheart, right here. I've missed you so much."

"For this whole time, every second I couldn't see you, I missed you so much. Every moment, my heart has been yours."

"Don't be shy. Keep soothing me a little longer, and let me be sure you love me just as much."

"You'll always shine. Not just now, but from the day you were born."

"Stillness, all green and damp with light, June trembling like a butterfly."

Pablo Neruda, Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada

"That was the summer night he first met her."

Noble, refined, and ruthless heir from Beijing's elite circles x sweet, delicate designer

The heroine graduated in fashion design from Tsinghua's Academy of Arts. She works at the hero's company at first, then starts her own brand. She's adored by everyone without realizing it, and the hero's wild jealousy will be a delight to read.

Romance after marriage. Both leads are adults and act willingly, taking responsibility for their own choices. Both are each other's first love, and neither has been with anyone else. The hero loves only the heroine. A privileged young man secretly in love. A sweet story with a strong atmosphere.

#She is a butterfly among flowers, but he is no fleeting romance.

Theme: Every girl deserves to be cherished and treasured from the day she is born. She doesn't need to compete, get caught up in the rat race, or think she isn't good enough. No accusation can bury love.