A Snowy Mountain All to Myself

Because I hadn't updated in so long, I didn't dare go on Weibo or read the comments. And because some bad things happened, I couldn't promise myself I'd be in the right mindset to update regularly from here on out, so I simply finished writing the entire story in advance. At least that way, nothing can interrupt my writing. I'm very sorry for breaking my promises again and again. My words aren't exactly trustworthy anymore, so I'll just come back with the story when the time comes. If you believe in me, you can toss this story into some dusty corner and let it build up. If you don't believe in me, well, I deserve that...

As for whether I'll abandon it! You can rest assured. This dog of an author is the kind of terrible student who obsessively buys all the supplies before starting anything. Since signing the contract, I've bought a keyboard just for writing, commissioned an avatar I like, gotten a bunch of covers, and picked up all sorts of odds and ends. It must have added up to a few thousand yuan. If I abandoned the story, all that money would go to waste..._(:з"∠)_ You don't have to trust my track record with stories, but maybe you can trust my stinginess...

Before: "Ambitious, brilliant young master x clearheaded, level-headed Cinderella"

After: "Tech tycoon x investment banking VP"

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The day she let herself fall, Yan Zhaixing thought:

I've never truly lived freely in this life.

I might as well love someone I can never have, just once, and let myself go.

1

Yan Zhaixing first met Zhou Huishu at S University's gymnasium. He wore the business school's white jersey with black lettering. Nearly six foot three, with striking looks and an exceptional bearing, he drew everyone's eyes from the stands, like a star with gravity of its own.

During halftime, he casually sat down beside the bleachers, resting his elbows on his thighs. He had pulled off his headband and let it dangle carelessly from one hand between his legs. He swept his damp bangs back over his head, and beads of sweat rolled along his jaw, accentuating the sharp lines of his profile.

At that moment, Yan Zhaixing heard her heart pounding violently, like an alarm sounded by fate just for her.

The second time she saw Zhou Huishu was at a New Year's Eve party organized by an upperclassman.

After the party, she went outside and saw Zhou Huishu leaning against a car, smoking. When he saw her approach, he put out his cigarette, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door for her. "Come on, I'll take you home."

2

In those years, everyone in California's rich-kid circles knew that the Zhou family's second son, the most unruly and haughty of them all, had somehow gotten a girlfriend. They said she was incredibly beautiful, with black hair and snow-white skin, quiet and cool, like a fairy who had wandered into the mortal world by mistake.

From then on, Zhou Huishu changed for her, cherishing and pampering her like a precious jewel. They were a perfect match, and countless people envied them.

What no one expected was that in the year they graduated, when everyone assumed Yan Zhaixing would stay in America for him, she broke up with him without the slightest hesitation, leaving no room for reconciliation, then flew straight back to China.

From then on, no one dared mention her name again.

3

Zhou Huishu had lived for nearly thirty years. The first half of his life could almost be summed up in one sentence: everything he wanted was within reach, and everything he wanted to do came easily.

Yan Zhaixing was his one and only failure.

When their love was at its most passionate, she stabbed him without warning, leaving him bleeding. The wound had never healed, even after all these years.

Over the years since they parted, he had wondered countless times what he could do to make Yan Zhaixing regret her choice if they ever met again.

He had schemed and planned for a long time. But when he was finally about to see her again, all he could think was:

If you would just admit you were wrong, I'd forgive you.

Until he heard her speaking gently on the phone out on the balcony, calling herself "Mommy."

At that moment, Zhou Huishu's reason came crashing down.

4

After a video of Altair's product launch was uploaded online, netizens dug up all of Zhou Huishu's personal information.

A top-tier rich heir like him already attracted enormous attention online. With his breathtaking looks, height, and impressive resume, he was practically a romance drama's male lead come to life, and he quickly gained countless fans.

To make the most of all that attention, the company's publicity department nervously suggested that their boss create a Weibo account. Within days of its launch, the account had drawn hundreds of thousands of genuine followers. Every time he opened the comments, he was practically tripping over a sea of dropped panties.

But he had always been aloof, and never posted anything besides company promotions and industry news. So everyone speculated that company staff were actually running the account for him.

Then one day, the account suddenly reposted a Weibo post.

The post read, "Who can claim a snow-capped mountain as their own through love alone?" It included a photo of the Jungfrau in Switzerland and had been posted five years ago.

Zhou Huishu's repost contained just four simple characters:

"The mountain came to you."

Reader's guide:

◎ 1v1, both leads' first and only partners, emotionally and physically, before and after their reunion

◎ Divided into two volumes: California Days and Reunion in Shanghai

◎ After the reunion, the male lead will get jealous and lose his reason due to a misunderstanding, leading to a dramatic confrontation

◎ "Who can claim a snow-capped mountain as their own through love alone?" is adapted from the lyric "Who can claim Mount Fuji as their own through love alone?"

Theme: Hard work changes your fate