The Tenth Year After My Death

[The print edition goes on sale July 26. Follow @JinjiangYunchi for details.] [An additional 18,000 words of bonus stories have been added!, July 22] A slow-witted, resurrected first love x the man who pined for her for ten years as a widower * Ji Fanling died at seventeen. When she opened her eyes again, she was on an unfamiliar, narrow street. Rain poured down, and a Maybach was parked at the far end. A tall, strikingly elegant man stepped out of the car. Cool and aloof, dressed in a black suit and holding a black umbrella, he looked as though he were attending a funeral. His deep-set gaze was fixed on her. Ji Fanling tilted her head and studied him for a moment, then asked hesitantly, “Are you Fu Yingcheng's brother? Fu Yingcheng doesn't have a brother. Why do you keep staring at me?” Damn, he's a creep. She waited a while. The man's lips remained tightly pressed together, and he didn't speak. Rain trickled down the umbrella's ribs, veiling his almost uncontrollable gaze. Impatient, she walked away. “Weirdo.” They passed each other. But he didn't dare call out to her. For ten years, every time he dreamed of her, she disappeared the moment he spoke. * The disgraced Fu Group had bounced back in just a few short years and soared to new heights. Fu Yingcheng, who held all the power, was known as the underworld king of the business world. Ruthless and decisive, he acted swiftly and always kept business strictly business, showing no mercy. But lately, a young woman had appeared at his side. She rode in his car, used his credit card, and came and went freely from the office where he rarely received outsiders. She even called him by name, addressing him as Fu Yingcheng every chance she got. The whole company speculated about their relationship, whispering among themselves. “You haven't heard? The other day, President Fu told her to go back to her senior year of high school, and she called him a dumbass.” “What? She's still in school? How old is she? Could President Fu be keeping her on the side...” “President Fu isn't that kind of person. Maybe she's his niece?” “Even so, she shouldn't talk to him like that. She's so ill-mannered.” Just then, the girl pushed open the door, one eyebrow raised, her smile half mocking. “Ill-mannered?” “Technically, I'm actually older than him...” The girl drawled, “He has to call me...” “Big Sis.” Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the girl's pretty, lively face, which looked no older than eighteen. ...Big Sis??? * Once, Fu Yingcheng, who was always so disciplined, got drunk for the first time. His friend helped him back to his room and saw a two-inch ID photo taped beside the bed. The girl in the photo wore a pale blue school uniform and a ponytail, with bright eyes and pearly teeth. Fu Yingcheng could barely walk, but stubbornly set down the cake he'd protected all the way back beside the bed. His voice was hoarse as he forced out the words, each one burning with the pain of alcohol. “Happy birthday.” His friend asked in surprise, “Who is she?” “...My late wife.” Resurrection / Unrequited love comes true / Beloved heroine / One-on-one romance / First love for both / Happy ending 1. Brash, world-weary wildcat x a sharp-tongued, stubborn, secretly soft-hearted man 2. Before she died, the heroine was a year older than the hero. After her death, she is nine years younger than him. The heroine truly transmigrates, and there are no supernatural elements. Upcoming novel The Prodigy Girl Song Wenjing came from a wealthy family. A math prodigy since childhood, he won a gold medal at the International Mathematical Olympiad at thirteen and was admitted to B University’s math department without an entrance exam. Everyone looked up to him, and he was insufferably proud. That changed when he first set foot in a run-down county town and met a girl who had dropped out of high school. Hunched in a corner of the county library, she used a worn-down pencil to scrawl a proof on a stack of yellowed draft paper, solving a problem he'd been wrestling with for three months. Song Wenjing grabbed her and demanded, “Did you write this? Did you use a multi-step inertial regularization algorithm? How did you work out the middle?” The girl tried to pull away, her eyes darting nervously as she answered evasively, “...I-it's obvious?” “...” Song Wenjing thought it was just a one-off fluke. He never expected someone to keep crushing all his confidence and pride, again and again, with a reluctant, half-hearted attitude. And before long, he was utterly, helplessly won over. * The first time Du Yi met Song Wenjing, she decided he was the most annoying person she'd ever seen. Bad-tempered, arrogant, conceited, and impossible to reason with. A pampered young master from the capital, so high and mighty even his hair was blond. Not someone she could afford to offend. But somehow, she did. Du Yi had always thought her life was nothing but mud stretching to the horizon: cramped dormitories, an electronics factory that smelled of rust, and the same three-shift schedule day after day. Then a difficult young master grabbed her wrist and refused to let go, grinding his teeth in sheer determination. He said, “I won't let you leave.” He said, “Du Yi, you don't belong here.” He said, “Come with me.” “, I want you to stand in the most dazzling place in the world.” 1. Math prodigy heroine x an overbearing, spoiled young master who starts out tyrannical and ends up devoted to her 2. One-on-one romance, happy ending 3. Tired of stories where an ordinary heroine looks up to a gifted hero, I wrote this one for myself: the heroine is the only genius in the entire story. Theme: Treasured things, once lost, can be found again.