A New Marriage on a Foggy Night

My next book will be "Autumn Housemates Share Some 'Sugar'"~ Feel free to add it to your reading list =w=

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Proud, aloof Beijing power player x cool, ink-wash beauty | Marriage before love

Coming soon: "A Floral Message for a Beijing Wedding" and "Proud in the Cold Night" | Completed: "Rose Ink Smoke" | Radiant oil-painting beauty x dignified, brooding man. Feel free to add it to your reading list =w=

At a yacht banquet, Liu Fuyan was given a hard time by a drunken young master.

She had little influence or power, and never expected the host's uncle to step in and help.

The man was refined, aloof, and cool, his dark tailored suit outlining his elegant profile. As he spoke, a layer of icy mist seemed to surround him.

"How much have you had to drink, to treat a guest of the Bo family this way?"

Some people are born at the very top of the world.

Bo Yunbai graduated from Cambridge and is a decisive investment whiz. He founded Bailu Capital at a young age, and its market value has already reached tens of billions.

In an interview video, a European colleague stared in shock, eyes and brows flying all over the place. "Matthew is really low-key. No one knew he's also the heir to the Bolu Group!"

Liu Fuyan studied traditional Chinese landscape painting. A childhood tragedy left her with a cool, detached temperament.

She never imagined that a man like him would offer her a marriage contract.

After the wedding, Liu Fuyan's life followed its usual routine: teaching at the art academy and painting every day.

Only occasionally would she accompany him to business functions, wearing their wedding rings together as they made their marriage public at a once-in-a-century wedding in Bali.

Until one night.

The tipsy scent of red wine and moonlight blurred by the curtains sent everything spinning out of control.

In her drunken haze, Liu Fuyan couldn't speak. All she remembered was the darkness in his eyes.

She never knew when love began, only that it grew deep. Later, Bo Yunbai personally tossed their agreement into the shredder.

That night, moonlight streamed in, and the sandalwood bookcase gave off a faint fragrance, mingling with the man's low, clear voice.

"Miss Liu, may I break our agreement and love you?"

Later still, a man so proud and aloof set out to make her fall for him.

At four thousand meters above the earth, with the wind roaring and the wings rumbling, he took her skydiving.

On a snowy winter day, he sprayed her favorite perfume inside his coat and held her close.

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One day, someone in their circle brought Bo Yunbai some outdated news and asked whether the marriage arranged by their families was about to end.

Before they could finish, Bo Yunbai rose to greet Liu Fuyan as she entered. She wore an ivory mermaid gown, its waist cut out and outlined with gold thread, as graceful and warm as sweet white porcelain.

Darkness welled in his eyes. He leaned close to Liu Fuyan and murmured in a hoarse voice only the two of them could hear, "Wearing this again? Are you doing it on purpose?"

Liu Fuyan looked innocent. "Haven't you washed it several times already?"

Powerless to resist, the man held her in front of everyone. His long fingers found the hidden clasp fitted against her lower back, and with practiced ease, fastened the cutout again.

Liu Fuyan shrank back and whispered, "Why are your hands so hot?"

Bo Yunbai gritted his teeth and pinched her cheek. "What do you think?"

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Before meeting him, life was a snowy night, hard to cross.

Then he came through the snow, and from then on, spring mornings were bright and flowers woke to the song of orioles.

Reading tips:

- One-on-one romance, sche

- Both leads are reserved and courteous. Their relationship develops from nothing, with feelings gradually taking root.

- A slow-burn but incredibly sweet modern fairy tale. I hope it brings you a little warmth. Even though adults build walls around their hearts as thick as barriers, true love is still worth pursuing and nurturing~

- Friendly discussion is welcome~

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My next book will be "Autumn Housemates Share Some 'Sugar'". Feel free to add it to your reading list~

A popular post on a social app: "Life as a drifter in Shanghai is rough. Takeout is either ridiculously expensive or made from premade ingredients, greasy and awful. I don't have the energy to cook for myself either. I'm dead tired every day after work."

"Tonight, I'm dreaming of some impossibly handsome, rich, and carefree guy who cooks for me at home. If there can be a magical snail maiden, why can't there be a magical snail husband?"

Chen Tang sat in the car, the night lights along the road brightening her radiant face.

She forwarded the post to Su Rongxu: [Thanks, handsome Su, for cooking for me!]

Elsewhere, a phone lit up on an esports desk.

After reading the post, Su Rongxu smiled and replied: [What do you want to eat tonight?]

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For a time, Chen Tang felt no sense of belonging in the city of Jinghai.

It was cold and sharp, and everyone was replaceable.

Later, she stopped feeling out of place.

Every night when she came home, an orange light was waiting for her. Beneath it was a comforting meal of three dishes and a soup. The soothing feeling flowed from her tongue to her stomach, warming her all over.

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Back when they were at a top-three university,

Su Rongxu was the best-looking among the top students,

the most refined among the handsome guys,

and the most mysterious among the refined ones.

He had sharp features, a tall, straight figure, and every advantage a man could use to play the field.

Yet he wasn't arrogant or a troublemaker. His quiet, proper manner was like a jade sword sheath hiding its blade, leaving him gentle and restrained.

Many people liked him,

but he was always on his own, difficult to approach.

So years after graduation, Chen Tang never imagined

that she would end up with him in a relationship where they...

shared the same bed.

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One morning.

Sunlight filtered through milk-white gauze curtains. Chen Tang's ears were red as she tried to push away the man draped over her shoulder so early in the day.

Su Rongxu didn't budge. His lean muscles were like a spring mountain ridge, and his waist was slender.

"Are you going to take advantage of me and then abandon me?"

Chen Tang's eyes widened. "You're the one who started..."

"We agreed," Su Rongxu murmured, burying his face in her neck. "Leave some time for your body to rest, and leave some time just for me."

· Sugar-eared pastry x dragon-whisker candy

· Through comforting food, we'll share autumn moonlight, winter snow, spring blossoms, and summer nights

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Another upcoming book: "Proud in the Cold Night," a story about a career-minded couple trading beauty tactics, then both falling hard~

The sudden marriage alliance between the Zhou and Zhao families stunned the business world, sending the stock prices of both companies into turmoil.

The jewelry industry's famous archrivals had been openly and secretly battling for ten years.

Was the way to break the deadlock really to put the next generation in the same bed?

No one knew how Zhao Xuejin and Zhou Chonglin got married.

The last time they appeared together in public, they made no effort to hide their hostility.

He was an unruly hunter in a suit. She was a seductive snow fox in a strapless evening gown.

After their wedding, another video appeared in public.

On a rainy night, Zhao Xuejin twisted her ankle, kicked off her red high heels, and opened her arms to the man who had just stepped out of his car.

"Chonglin, carry me."

The man had no umbrella. Water streamed from the tips of his damp hair. His eyes were bright and deep, his expression unreadable.

He raised his eyes as if casually, his gaze meeting the camera's.

Then he put an arm around Zhao Xuejin's shoulders and waist and lifted her onto his shoulder.

-

Business warfare stops at nothing. Charm is a weapon, too.

Zhao Xuejin remembered the night she acted on impulse.

Perhaps it was fate. In a secluded hotel across the ocean, she saw Zhou Chonglin alone in an open-air lounge.

That night, the snow was bitterly cold. She took off her suit jacket and tossed it aside, then walked unsteadily toward him.

The first time she met Zhou Chonglin's gaze, she looked into the clear, keen eyes of a hunter.

He clearly saw through her drunken act, but still took her back to his room.

Without saying a word, they pretended to be deeply in love at every turn, and walked down the aisle together.

-

Zhao Xuejin worked hard to master four foreign languages and studied day and night in Europe to earn her credits, all so she could return home sooner, take over the company, and let her ailing parents enjoy their retirement.

Her parents had been worn down by the Zhou family. She felt neither love nor hate toward Zhou Chonglin, and only hoped to achieve her goal.

She realized she had fallen for him after that.

Probably no one could resist falling for Zhou Chonglin: a proud, unruly genius with effortless command of every situation. He was even exceptional in the bedroom.

Zhao Xuejin nearly lost everything in a high-stakes gamble.

Fortunately, she later discovered one thing.

It seemed Zhou Chonglin had already fallen in love with her long before.

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"I offer you the loyalty of one who has never had a faith.", Borges

Sweet-tongued, cold-hearted woman x proud, cool guy

Each other's first love, both inexperienced, happy ending

Two career-minded people trade beauty tactics,

then both end up giving themselves away =w=

Theme: Promoting traditional Chinese painting and pursuing love and ideals.